Am I taking pieces of you For my own use When I write you in my poetry? And if I do Do I at least Leave a piece of me? I feel like the lucky one To have such a spectacular muse But I ain’t no slouch When it comes to poetry You got lucky To be the muse Of a pretty good poet Like me The spectacular muse With the pretty good poet There’s no telling what that could be But it will be written And thus A part of our history