What if my blood fell….
coloring my flesh in cherry hues,
tracing the lives I have lived,
winding through veined gardens..
Would your hands become cupped,
the taking of my communion?
Would you slit a smile to kiss my
soul? The heavens have fallen to grant me a wish.
My lips frail in stains, white, dead….
Will you drink me, taking your greedy fill,
imprisoning my reflection to take on another face?
Will your tongue taste the last drop of me
only to arouse your appetite, licking your fingers?
Your mouth touches my skin in pools of auburn,
becoming numb, I am no more….
October 3, 2014 at 5:33 p10
Stunning. This is a gripping piece.