Thursday, May 31, 2012


My blood cascades beneath
my skin—hush, as the candles flicker.
Oh, it draws you in.
Shadows on our bare—

But your blood replies, shallow breath,
my velvety, skin—it whispers, hush.

The flame licks the cherry blossom lips.
Its taste and fragrance—a head rush.

Pleasure with your eyes, painting
slow, long, and deep—
The wave, upon wave,
my cries.
You tell me teasingly,

Consuming our shared blood
a fire breathes.
Burning the roots of the family tree.

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