Blood-Filling Poem by Zyw Zywa

It's quiet in the street
someone is splashing
in the bathroom

So small and soft as you
are lying beside me, too beautiful
to wake up

and make love by the open window
yes we're doing it, are you?
But not now, my love

must sleep, I wish he had
a blood-filling dream of me
then I would slide

over him, very carefully
I feel him inside me
and hold my breath

oh oh just a minute
unnoticeably
till I get there