I paid good money for you, but you're priceless.

Oh, little muse. If I want to see you, I have to look in the mirror backwards. We've only been friends for a little over a week and you're starting to itch already. I know not to scratch because you will fade away and need attention later if I do. Ever since you've been under my skin, I have sensed a new found inspiration. It's amazing to me how the smallest people in our lives can sometimes be the biggest. I know you will hide under layers of sweaters, scarves and coats this winter, but fear not; you will be set free once seventy degrees makes a come back! Even though you're in black and white, I might some day add neighbors with a little color. You look so good backwards. I think I'll take off my shirt while the radiator ticks and look again, for fear of forgetting what you're like. I never want to forget your form, oh you of inky darkness. Now that we're friends for life, we're just going to have to get used to each other. Let's make the best of it.