Medusa Waves

Blood Wine

I Stabbed him once-then did it once more
I pushed him down to the cold floor
I took the blade-into his chest
I took it out with strong detest
His blood was deep seductive red
I felt his heart-yes, he was dead
His blood was rich with deep divine
Gave it a taste-like sweet red wine
I painted my lips and kissed him goodbye
my eyes were dry- I did not cry
For he was crude, that father of mine

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 11, 2009
Poem Edited: Friday, February 19, 2010

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Comments about Blood Wine by Medusa Waves

  • Denise Yong (2/19/2010 12:55:00 PM)

    Beautiful, elegant and classy; great poem! One of the clearest and most elegant poems I've read. Although you could change the word 'mean' to something else, 'cos it's rather informal and stand out in stark contrast to the rest of the poem, thereby disturbing the nice flow you had built up earlier. (:

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