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Literature

Blood is Never GoneLove is the blood that courses,
trembling
through our veins
Softly rustling past our heart,
caressing,
gentle and swift
Pooling on the pink of
our tongue,
metallic and sweet
It quenches thirst in such
a beautifully
grotesque manner
Stark red, dark as pain
across
snowy, startled flesh
Dripping, spurting, how it
longs
for wounds
It stains our skin, so wet, so cold,
unremovable
no matter how gone
Wound after wound, the flashing blade
we hold
why do we do this?
Why do we let the blood run
out
forever, lost?
Why let it rain so hopelessly
hard
with scarlet petals?
And the blood does run
does run
scorching, beautiful red
Why can't we stop the flow
stop
the stream of remorse
Because blood is never gone
until
it's gone. A RetrospectiveI will best remember my youth as
too much fast food,
piles of bills and tickets,
and uncertainty over who
(let alone how)
to worship.
I will best remember my parents
as incredible blessings,
embarrassing messes,
how I remained afloat,
and quite possibly insane.
I will not remember you
except in those moments I'd rather not admit:
when mere mention of your name
(never mind how many men share it)
will cause my head to snap up and
my ears to flex and
my heart to sink.
I will not remember you
except on my birthday,
and yours.
I will not remember you
except if I ever get married
or adopt a child
or visit France
or die. Only Wanna Dance With YouI am inches away
On all sides from
Beautiful youth
Drowning in a soup
Of sweat and artificial fog
On a booze-slick floor
With bass like a beast
Roaring in our chests
I look to my left
A boy sweetly beckons
I look to my right
Feel you meandering
Oblivious to my inquiring
Desperate for a familiar face
Like a child reaching for mother
I grope for your hand
You turn with a grimace
Slap away my wet palm
I pull you away to a corner
Near the older starers
I know there are boys here
Twirl me around
Buy me a pitcher of beer
I only wanna dance with you
I know it's unfair
But they'd only
Take me away from you, dear!
What do I expect
From a beautiful stranger?
Greedy fingers instinctively exploring
Arms, stomach and thighs
What I have is
Comfort in silence
Beauty to feed my soul
Milk and honey
All the kinship I need
A chance to express
Any vapid exuberance
Any terrible fantasy
I know I should give him a chance
I only wanna dance with you
I know he's got the most lovely hands
I only wanna dance wit :thumb123448688:  :thumb142106407:

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