I was his

His personified muse

He was my heart

My love letter

We never slept together

but we made love

I was his

Passion on paper

I left my mark

on his heart

Tattooed

on his left ventricle

He carries my face

Engraved

in his memory

Latenight

Whispers my name

Sweet

like the Hennessy

on his lips

Like the scent of him

Strength

mixed with blunt truths

Kush breeze

I was his

I am his fix

His soul calls out

Bleeds for me

Innocently

evoking

Intoxicating

Passionately

Explicit dreams

Of his ink

dancing with my ABC’s

Love dream

turned love story

Love story

turned

burnt love letters

Morphed love

Now ash embers

Copyright (c) 2011 Sheilah Martinez