An Ode to Muses to Melpomene

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You force my lungs to surge with fluid,

Swallowing as I drown.

Kissing me until my lips bleed,

You lick droplets of blood with every embrace,

And remark on the taste of pomegranates.

As steam boils off blemished skin,

Take a shower in this haze,

And refuse to melt with heat.

Suckle my skin until bruises erupt over my chest

And proceed in the shape of your signature.

I am yours and you are mine in vow,

A possessive delicacy,

Where thoughts run rampant marathons

And love-making is reserved for two.

We deface our figures with violet marks,

So we may lack the confusion of possession.

I long to cauterize your skin with touch,

So that scars erupt where our surfaces have met.

I don't need written tattoos,

Only true devotion

And these lesions in the shape of a ring.

I have never been so certain and confused,

Except in the instant my eyes land on yours.

I yield my gaze to your smile,

Without satiation of contact.

Prohibit me from parting from dreams

And proceed singing as I invade your space.

I desire each part of your soul as a heart on my sleeve,

Despite the selfish branding.

I refuse to pester my thoughts with the principles of morality,

When it pertains to protection and intuition.

Paint a picture on my spine with each brushstroke,

Dye my hair white with veils,

And render me blind in misguided passion.

Allow me the aroma of your words,

Fuse your body to fit this collective mold.

Carve titles into your shoulder blades,

For the purpose of artifacts related to my fossil.

I need not the requirement of diamonds, documents, or dowries,

Just the exclusivity of a promise and a blessing,

To be clutched during frigid winters,

Enclosed in a place that is shared,

In our home.