White Lines and Red Straws Make a Funny Picture

Can you carve your name into my collar bones?
Press yourself into me?
Because I'll need something to remember you by once you leave
There is something
I smell it
It's sweet
You're more than Hera and the placement of the god of the sea
Those that lay above
Nothing more do I love
But there is something I need
It's sweet and lined out in front of me