Come blood,
Into a little death
Awake the sense
Of doomed mortality
The involuntary breath
Come blood,
Into the comely night
The sun rages west
Against our stroke
Flushed, oblique and
Pressed
Come blood,
Flesh and mud
Shunned and loved
To be so hard - on
Turn red then erupt
Come blood,
Into a hot lava flood,
Fluid fast - through me whole
The rich benevolence pumps
A little death - depart our souls.
©nirajbaral
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