When you look at me
the winds of my mind stop,
my brain like a hunting ground
for any sign of thought.
Mark your territory on my personhood
You’ll be worshipped like Artemis,
I’ll be just like Persephone.
I’ll be stuck in darkness,
you’ll be my patron saint,
the moonlight on my skin,
forever moving through the sky.
You’re Apollo and I’m Delphi,
I am but a vessel for you,
you give me life