All day he sleeps in her eyes-between her thighs.
He is daydreams circling her mind.
She claws the wall in whining tears- Her fears.
He punctures her heart a few thousand times
before she ends in her Mmmm-ultiple cries.
She needs help. "Drink up." She offers her blood.

Inside, inside this time. "Fuck the blood."
Through the screams, he hears the bells; feels her thighs.
He opens her knees. Breathless-she cries.
She takes him to her chest to caress his mind-
scratches his back. Closes his eyes-Thousand Times.
Pressing, he mentions to her breasts-his fears.

Drawn into her mouth-she swallows his fears.
She strokes at his throat-he surrenders his blood
floods from his heart a thousand times.
Thirst for her pierces in-between his thighs.
Grasping, cheating, coupling-inside her mind.
He licks her face. Wipes the tears she cries.

Racing the pain, he cracks her thighs. She cries
Stop-and turns on her side. Trembling with fears,
she grabs his hands-scrambles into his mind.
Gnawing his neck, she searches for blood
red wine has her head. Him between her thighs.
She cries like this at least six thousand times.

He sees monsters in her eyes-Thousand Times.
He lays his head against her chest. She cries.
Wet hair, wet eyes-warm life between her thighs.
She twists her legs together-tight. Fears
he might find inside her thighs-The Blood.
He splits her legs and mentions, "I don't mind."

He brings her legs to her chest; says, "I don't mind."
He'll feel like this six more thousand times.
Inside, inside-this time he finds the blood
and he comes inside her thighs. She cries,
"Michael," out loud. He seeps through the sheets; fears
she'll wake to find nothing between her thighs.

She cheats in her mind six more thousand times;
drinks his blood-red wine. She has no fears,
he nurtures her cries and seeps into her thighs.

Canvas Magazine, Volume Three Number Two (December, 1999)