Monday 16 June 2014

Blood

Take a drop of my
Blood sweeter than wine
To sate your thirsty
Demons so loud
Come to me
Curl into me
Head in my lap
Worries in my care
And sink into
Precious silence
As we count
Stars and headlamps
Against a dirty
Horizon on the brink
Of revered nighttime

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