The Desire

I am writing this in my lover's blood.
Blood pumped by and unsuspecting heart,
Made bright read by defective life-sustaining oxygen.
Blood spilt by my fallacious hands,
From a man who lied about his love.

I run my hands over my cheeks and neck,
My breast and legs,
Leaving lines of red intertwined with eachother,
Like liquid ribbons attached to my body
By an unseen force.

Now his blood is beginning to clot.
I lick his wounds and feel the liquid on my tongue.
It's metalic taste fills my mouth.
The warm drops trickle over my lips,
Dropping back into the endless sea of red.

I am in ecstasy.
A happiness I have never known.
I'm filled with an excitement that no one has felt,
A yearning no one has ever stirred.
I am quietus!