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...
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