Pretty-Red Blood

Your blood Sublime Bleeds, joins me In my silent veins We merge; Your cries warm Diverge We watch one form Escape As you submit your ego The other channels back, Unnerves your pretty-red breeze of hair - An elegy presupposed- Your pretty-red blouse of blood release Has rendered pale skin rosed … I bend inwards; Your legs let my empty hand Search inside the hour Until this blue thickens in my face, Thickens in your pain You bleed prettily into eyes Denied of red; Mind's mist rubs against your ochred-olive bile To blind all consternation … How still you grow And how the greenery flickers In your irises; Above, Lashes - Their youth belies the blackened leaves Compromising ruin - You are become the devastation of a forest fire - Trees denied their clarity of spring skies Where at clear-blue height I might have sensed You bleed cerulean airs, Ballad-smooth, Drifting wraith-like Into my mouth So I could sing in harmony inside your very words - Your tongue of cool-coo verse Whispering other sense Inside my ears Now your ovum line Begs for life begat; Beyond the seams of death, A smoother skin, Pink-breasted backdrop to hard-cast areolae Promenading ever-eager nipples Shaking in your nerves - Their rhythm soothes; So I'll become the neonate of Innocence Like the child that earned its place In your maternal hold - Your heart: Dove-wing beats lending life - She coincides with heaving cage, Pulses I stop to view our cultured lands, Where I become the regal oak, Draw in the CO2, Harden forests - How they brown up the red skies When dawn spills its blood across the dying days, Flushing in the brutal face of winter Before the grey-white menses Bleeds its blanket, Smothering lands Yolk-eye tears - The blood-shot white congealed - Glint in womanhood, Enter my domain, Couple with our blood As we peak, Your moan is mine; The valedictory coming Bleeds purpose, ejaculating far inside Your dead-black tunnel - Acidic pathway Lending to the life-wired swim Jet-centred now, Your eyes pinpoint my unclear thoughts On what we mean as One - The age of oneness when we die No! Bleed not your pretty-red blood! I beg you Take it back! Now swollen to darker depths Your eyes Take on feline wear: Sleek They purr As you lie asleep Beneath a sheet of ugliness I watch you melt - Body, flame, Soft-pink mind, Gone! Light fades, Brings out the shadow-life That sinks from greyness of a Low-slung nimbostratus - And we and they are one! … A chance to think: Your pretty-red blood I'm here to drink In solo at the silent bar - No other soul to goad or mar My train of thought - Your pretty-red blood That I had bought … To gloom again: Your comely arch curves Prettily along a line To trace out along your slipstream; But it's lost, as is The honeyed flesh That made you beautiful A will-o'-the-wisp - Your closing mind - Sighs ‘Goodnight' I lean forward For a pretty-red kiss Your pretty-red blood Amiss Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014