calliope-- poetry drabbles

calliope

entice me with your unforgiving love, i wish

your sword and lyre could stab me with your every kiss.

my muse, with freckles painted on my brush's swish,

your words shatter my nerves, yet heart doth gone amiss.

your warmth, your weary breath which hugs at my bare chest

arms collapse against tangled wires, your eyes squint.

your frenzy masked behind soft eyes, smile at jest

shell of lives past, broken by knives of those left print.

others? you carried hers and hers with bite, sigh, scratch.

and masked her scars with warmth and love never found.

i? masked your red fingers as plums, of schemes you hatched

doth destroy my soul into legs and limbs be bound.

calliope. oh why have you both died and thrived? 

to find my muse, why do i? i cease be alive.