How have you inked this palpitant heart? Let me tell you:

Your barbs extend long and deep, 
far enough to pierce the skin of my resistance, 
with the needlepoint of your persistence.

But not only skin deep— you refuse to settle for what I had to offer. 
You broke the skin and plunged deeper than anyone ever did go, 
pierced right through every venal lining, 
polluted my bloodstream with your insistence.

Infusing ink of thought, rushing in its onslaught, 
sucked through the mitral port into my ventricle, 
left graffitied and stained. Your ink spread toxin, 
tainting alveolar sac transactions 
till all my breath is you.

Such good poison it is too!