Bloodstream

Nothing compares to your hands I bathe in your warmth the hollow of your armpit is my shelter... It cannot be helped we can't be anywhere except together... I'd like to paint you I choose crimson my fingers touch your blood life springs from your flower-fountain folded lips caress the seams of my eyelids... You injected yourself into my life entering my blue and red streams I cannot filter you out you have bitten me firmly the paths of my nerves are yours... It seems you are so much me my type O lover I cannot tell anymore the what is you and what is me there is love in cellular arrangement... Your dark angel eyes cut like swords inside my flesh waves rush between our bodies my blood cells which are my stars flows to yours which are my lights... We share the warm blood of lovers I once read where the Angler fish attaches himself to the female with his razor sharp teeth and in time they share a common bloodstream...