Sappho, My muse, My love, My lust.

A thin red line scratched across my breast.

A reminder from you, to remember the rest.

You arched, I heaved, together we breathed.

Union of mind, two bodies that meet.

We finally become one, in these crumpled sheets.

As the heat drains from both us and the day.

I whispered “My sweet love, you take me away”.