romanticism.
lay kisses upon the skin hovering above my collarbone
be my reason for the colour of your artwork blooming across the canvas of my body
you need not start from scratch
i've left my own marks of scars and stretches
scabs and scratches, blisters and bumps
give to me your bruises.
find your hand gracing my skin where i let the darkness shield it from society
love me in the places i have been broken
and stitch me back with the bones of your fingers.
rest your lips and head so faint across my shoulder
so soft along my stomach
listen for the wings in my personal fairy garden you've gifted me when i feel you against my neck
breathe with me in a rhythm as our eyes sing the lyrics, our music is ourselves
and you've granted me the muse.
love me in a way i won't let another soul even dream
pick me up from my insecurities and hold me until i find
my breath in the hollow of my chest
where you set our heart upon the altar.
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