Saturday, August 1, 2009

language and blood [v1]

she loved language and the way it made her feel
like a virgin on the cross
letting ellis and bukowski drip down between her fingertips
and into her palms
like eggs through her ovaries and past her cyst

she loved her blood the rushed through veins
that flowed out of her and
onto her pages
and into me and into me
and into me
bringing wisdom and security like a tyrant

language and blood pouring from her
like the words of the clergy
and the swords of the cavalry
and they fell
into me

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