She Doesn't Know

Her teeth-baring smile seems heaven-and-hell sent.

It leaves my heart sexybelligerent.

She doesn't know she's my muse.

She's a rebounding Miss Robinson,

One half sexy brains and the rest newly young.

She doesn't know she's my muse.

She's hot as my temper. She's cool as ice,

The Miss who's been missing from my miss-lived life.

She doesn't know she's my muse.

She's never, forever. She's Miss Once-and-Future,

With ten years of we-have-a-past to approve her.

She doesn't know she's my muse.

I've tried to get past her; been trying so long,

But she lingers and echoes though hope is long gone,

So she's still the last measure in all of my songs.

She doesn't know she's my muse.

She can't know. She would just be confused.