He Wants Me


Eyes gazed on
devoid of light and warmth.
Words, meaningless, futile
were uttered forth.
Air drawn in,
A gasp, a sigh.
Liquid ran in his veins,
not nourishing the bird
that lay dead or asleep.
The living dead.
The heart did beat,
Or did it not?

She then touched him,
on the left of the chest,
His Christ, His Healer,
made the bird writhe in pain
But flutter with life, unwanted.
pumping desire
into the drained out veins,
lit the eyes with love forgotten,
words that came forth,
were verses Holy
Breathing again,
and what flowed in his
veins, was liquid Red
Oh Pure Desire!
Oh Holy Lust!


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