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