veins in the dark
alive and stark
razor burnt
blood red and pitch black
inside in the dark
beneath my skin stands
a Woman whispering
to me beautiful things
clearly you fear
are revulsed
at the sight of Her
clearly you're here
to be swallowed
by the torrent of Her
swooning crying
coming dying falling
collecting coagulating
in a puddle
on the floor
at my feet
do you know
Her who holds me
under the cool Autumn twilight
at night I light the lights
to remember her dark eyes
soothing my cries
I wait and wait
I stay on Her lips
as She hovers above mine
I watch Her drip
like blood off the vine
inside lies a Goddess
I kneel insane
as She commands
worship from my veins
I'll never be the same
©John Edward Smith Jr.
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