Muscle Memory

I’ve loved you before, maybe in a dream or in a past life but you feel familiar to me. Maybe we were guardian angels stationed in the same era; seeing you guard so many lives, it only makes sense that I would feel safe around you. Or maybe we were demons; masters of sin. How else would you know how to tempt me so well? How do you know how to make me use the lords name in vain whenever you enter my veins?

I wonder if in the last life I was your muse, did I inspire your sonnets and love letters? Is that why your words sound like poetry to me? Because you had a lifetime to rehearse sweeping me off my feet?