Dark Blood

Let me taste your blood,

Dark blood.

Let me hold the sweet salty

Liquid

In my hands.

We have walked

Side by side

For too long now.

You breathing out

Me breathing in

A black motorcade with no end,

Let me taste your blood,

Dark blood.

The kind that waits 

Ready to fall

Drop by perfect drop

On to white sheets

Into my mouth

On to my tongue

Better than wine

And stockings.

Let me taste your blood

Dark blood.

Not the kind wasted on menses

And paper cuts,

Or scraped knees

Found at the park.

No, I want the good stuff,

the deep stuff,

the stuff that lives inside,

the stuff that can’t be seen

without a little

effort.

Let me taste your blood,

Dark blood.
That’s what I want.

That’s what everybody wants.