Drinking blood together
on the banks of the Danube,
your mind was wild after the chase,
and I couldn’t get through to you with words.
So I listened to the water flow melancholic,
imagining a world without brutality.
The air held her poignant;
the scent of recently washed skin,
her hair lightly infused with apple blossom
and something else I did not recognise.
The spring water on her fading breath
I knew well, we too had stopped there.
And as you bit into her inner thigh one final time
I bent into her lips, weary of the taste of fear
yet more so, weary of ever leaving another soul
abandoned at the end.
REALLY REALLY GOOD
Thanks Gregory!