I want to memorize every inch
of your vessel;
My tongue to your chest,
pressed,
My cheek to your heart,
Living breathing feeling touching
needing
all that is you.

I must bleed you out
before I can breathe you in.

You say you want to sleep in my soul,
spend your days seeping into
my arms,
but as we watch the empty canvas,
I wonder:
Is this forever?

Take my hand
lead me into your life,
your darkness,
your light.

I want to trace your stitching
feel your fabric
prick your heart
sew your hands
woven in mine;
make a blanket of memories,
shelter, warmth.

Now come,
curl up in these lashes
and take a peek from here.
Because from this view
you’re mine.