I want to be your muse
laid out on a table
cloth around my thighs
soothed beneath your hands

When you put your pen to paper
I want what you write
to be about me

I want you to crush me up
into a spectrum of your paints
and breathe into me
with your cherry blossom lips

I want you to write
years and years of novels
about my skin
my eyes
my laugh
the way my shadow looks at 3am

I want to ******* image on your lips
hear my soul speak on your tongue
feel my heart beat in your ink

Turn me into your art
your history
your masterpiece
your eternal muse