Honey & Blood Poem by Anthony Aaron Musto

Honey and blood
Money isn't going to make
The image of your lovely figure
Any better

I dislike the sunlight
I prefer the moonlit scriptures
Taking pictures
Liquor dripping down your lip onto
My bare chest

You taste like honey and blood come rest
And our embodiment of passion
Can mesh and we can feel less tension
No strain
No ego
No names
Just us linked together like a sterling silver chain

I'll cure your pain
Call out my name