Pretty-Red Blood Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Your blood
Sublime
Bleeds, joins me
In my silent veins

We merge;
Your cries warm
Diverge

We watch one form
Escape
As you submit your ego

The other channels back,
Unnerves your pretty-red breeze of hair -
An elegy presupposed-
Your pretty-red blouse of blood release
Has rendered pale skin rosed
…
I bend inwards;
Your legs let my empty hand
Search inside the hour
Until this blue thickens in my face,
Thickens in your pain

You bleed prettily into eyes
Denied of red;
Mind's mist rubs against your ochred-olive bile
To blind all consternation
…
How still you grow
And how the greenery flickers
In your irises;
Above,
Lashes -
Their youth belies the blackened leaves
Compromising ruin -
You are become the devastation of a forest fire -
Trees denied their clarity of spring skies
Where at clear-blue height
I might have sensed
You bleed cerulean airs,
Ballad-smooth,
Drifting wraith-like
Into my mouth
So I could sing in harmony inside your very words -
Your tongue of cool-coo verse
Whispering other sense
Inside my ears

Now your ovum line
Begs for life begat;
Beyond the seams of death,
A smoother skin,
Pink-breasted backdrop to hard-cast areolae
Promenading ever-eager nipples
Shaking in your nerves -
Their rhythm soothes;
So I'll become the neonate of
Innocence
Like the child that earned its place
In your maternal hold -
Your heart:
Dove-wing beats lending life -
She coincides with heaving cage,
Pulses

I stop to view our cultured lands,
Where I become the regal oak,
Draw in the CO2,
Harden forests -
How they brown up the red skies
When dawn spills its blood across the dying days,
Flushing in the brutal face of winter
Before the grey-white menses
Bleeds its blanket,
Smothering lands

Yolk-eye tears -
The blood-shot white congealed -
Glint in womanhood,
Enter my domain,
Couple with our blood

As we peak,
Your moan is mine;
The valedictory coming
Bleeds purpose, ejaculating far inside
Your dead-black tunnel -
Acidic pathway
Lending to the life-wired swim

Jet-centred now,
Your eyes pinpoint my unclear thoughts
On what we mean as
One -
The age of oneness when we die

No! Bleed not your pretty-red blood! I beg you
Take it back!

Now swollen to darker depths
Your eyes
Take on feline wear: Sleek
They purr
As you lie asleep
Beneath a sheet of ugliness

I watch you melt -
Body, flame,
Soft-pink mind,
Gone!

Light fades,
Brings out the shadow-life
That sinks from greyness of a
Low-slung nimbostratus -
And we and they are one!
…
A chance to think:
Your pretty-red blood I'm here to drink
In solo at the silent bar -
No other soul to goad or mar
My train of thought -
Your pretty-red blood
That I had bought
…
To gloom again: Your comely arch curves
Prettily along a line
To trace out along your slipstream;
But it's lost, as is
The honeyed flesh
That made you beautiful

A will-o'-the-wisp -
Your closing mind -
Sighs ‘Goodnight'

I lean forward
For a pretty-red kiss

Your pretty-red blood
Amiss
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014