She is a feast for eyes but I am a banquet for minds,
Dancing images for your and all time
I may sing softer but I also sing sweeter,
I may be second born, but I live forever too like my sister
I imprint kisses in your head and set off sighs in your heart
I rip you into a world where limits are the only things that don’t exist
Chain you to the page with a turn of phrase
She may be beautiful in such an obvious way
But I steal you away in ways she could never
I hold you to the tastes, sounds, smells, and touches
I give you memories that you never had,
Dreams you never lived,
And lives you wished for on rainy days
I don’t have the museums and the galleries,
But instead endless libraries and inspirations off of me
Half the time my sister copies me, shaping her very self to my ideas
Shedding her skin again and again and again
Trying to embody me
But something I have learned from watching my sister through time
When she begins to fade without proper care,
And some form of me begins to yellow with age,
I can be reborn on new sheets, in new skins
Living again for the new generation and never lost
Where pieces of my poor sister have and will die through the ages
So tell me I am not a daughter of a Muse
And I will laugh in anecdotes, metaphors, and hyperboles
Proving I live and breathe through words
But above all that I live in you