Would that I be your vessel;
  pour into me yourself –
    onto your parchment that is my soul –
      your ink-blood – my lifeblood.

Would that my every breath be your every thought –
  each thought
    that forms inside
      your mind – my essence.

Would that my blood be your ink
  that flows
    so eloquently from
      your pen – my heart.

Would that my eyes be your chalices
  worthy to be filled
    by the pleasures of
      the exquisite nectar – your words.

Would that my every thought be your every word,
  for I exist to be crafted by you –
    your incredibly gifted hand –
      your inexplicably passionate heart – my life.

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