Marked In a Sigh

I gather your word to my breast, my face brushes a cryptic from you a poem of dragonflies slipped from my mouth, as lemon trees grew from the raging sea churning my stomach I washed in the splash and sting of living words that split from the envelope from my feet to the roots of my hair, I was stained the calligraphy of every single word that bled out was stained in lust and the sweet desire of your thoughts, I am marked in red as white parchment with cashmere ink swirling around every single word written and not is all seeking to make up what is me, a poem in a thousand drafts being ever rewritten I am now branded with your mark as a another dragonfly escapes my lips on a sigh