Blood


Catching the light of a bulb
Creating an arc of lust
Turning over and over
Admirably so very sharp

Heavier breathing and heightened vision
Staring so hard there's a reflection
Beauty means nothing to it's frigidity
Moving closer with grace and fluidity

Entranced as it breaks the surface
Stronger pressure and a sharper stroke
So much flowing peace, a feeling of flying high
But take heed and be cautious, it's beauty burns

Too much pleasure brings final pain
Bleed too much and you die


14 June 2007
Copyright 2007 Mallory Maloney