blood
engorged, i am filled with it
it runs in sweet rivers from deep caverns
thin rivulets trace downwards, along your thighs
blood
soaking my beard and my senses
scrubbing clean this fleshy canvas
upon which we paint life with our sighs
blood
our copulation is framed in pleasure
i am your painted lover
i wear upon my skin a red tatoo of you
blood
as natural and beautiful as life
it is the meat we live in
it is the heat at the center of our joining
blood
this fruit, this gift,
this eraser, this bacchian joy
it covers me; it fills you, too
ah, blood