In the Blood
I bleed from every inch of me
I bleed for every inch of you
Each drop of sweat I weep
I sacrifice to you
You taste the blood that's on my lips
And savour every sip
A cardinal sin
Stained cardinal red
A crimson boundary
Painted onto our sinners bed
Transfusion of want
Contamination of need
You're in my veins
You're in my head
I bleed for every inch of you
Rachel Bond
Sat 26th Jun 2010 23:36
gorgeous poem, very clever...glad to see you lip cut inspired such good poetry :)