Pleasurefull Pain
I draw the thin metal blade across my wrist,
and watch as my blood
trickles down my porcelain skin.
It flows like a river,
cascading down my arm in currents
coming from the shattered hearts
now engraved into my seemingly perfect skin.
I look at the blood entranced by its beauty
the red of my river reminds me of wine.
I lick at the wine of my life
and taste the metallicness of it.
I draw another design on my skin
this time wine flows from a withered rose.
The two rivers flow together
becoming a stream of metallic wine.
My wine drops onto the white marble floor
forming a small pond between my feet.
You enter then
your footsteps echoing,
in the silence of the room.
I life my sky eyes
to your glaciers.
You stare at me
and slowly your glaciers melt
into warm oceans.
You kneel before me.
Gently taking my arm into your hand
your hand feels like calloused silk
as you gently examine my arm.
You lick at my wine
pulling me into your warm, protectice arms
your oceans are worried for me,
they shouldn't be,
for this pain is pleasurefull to me.
I draw the thin metal blade across my wrist,
and watch as my blood
trickles down my porcelain skin.
It flows like a river,
cascading down my arm in currents
coming from the shattered hearts
now engraved into my seemingly perfect skin.
I look at the blood entranced by its beauty
the red of my river reminds me of wine.
I lick at the wine of my life
and taste the metallicness of it.
I draw another design on my skin
this time wine flows from a withered rose.
The two rivers flow together
becoming a stream of metallic wine.
My wine drops onto the white marble floor
forming a small pond between my feet.
You enter then
your footsteps echoing,
in the silence of the room.
I life my sky eyes
to your glaciers.
You stare at me
and slowly your glaciers melt
into warm oceans.
You kneel before me.
Gently taking my arm into your hand
your hand feels like calloused silk
as you gently examine my arm.
You lick at my wine
pulling me into your warm, protectice arms
your oceans are worried for me,
they shouldn't be,
for this pain is pleasurefull to me.
