Not a muse

I am not magnificent in any way.
I am not poetry
or art.
There is nothing remarkable about me
you can find many more interesting copies out there.
You will find
no song written about me
no dance poisoned with the thought of me
no indelible intoxication
I am nobody's muse.
I'm awkward talks
and stares of curiosity
and an abundance of tenderness.
I'm here to touch you
break you
give you what you need
and then leave
with not even a photograph
or a memory left behind.
Only a slight perfume
of skin and soap,
light and fading.