I am now without a muse,
Apply for the position.
What colour are your eyes?
Are you to be my newest addiction?

Is your hair long,
curly, coloured fawn?
Or is it straight and dark,
to match your mysterious heart?

Will you mock the movies,
and teasingly hint at dates?
Or will you be serious,
Emotion, and humour behind closed gates?

Will you hide behind smiles
and laugh like no one's watching?
Or will you simply do nothing
For already, my attention, you are catching.

Whoever you may be,
I couldn't care less.
Just hurry up and materialize
So in poems I may confess.

Because I think my muse
may truly be a thought
The idea of love, it is.
My experience is nought.