Calliope : If I sing a song for you
will you come in Clio’s stead ?
If I commit to Mnemosyne will then
soundless words weave me a web
of silken armor so skin tight soft
that only MY own muse dare seek
the space to slip within my core
and touch and love and rest and sleep ?
If so…then thrice awoken
I shall promise…
both our souls…
to sing in chorus.