ephemeral pleasures

Your blood delights me love,

thy belly velvet,

poisons my thirst

of deep vertical scratches ,

to your conscience,

your soul...

Poisons it 

twists it

diverts it,

to the delightful path

of more ephemeral pleasures...

To lick your palm,

that still reminds

the sharp edges,

To drink my name from your fingers…

To sate my tongue

on delusions,

of purple water

                      and fears..