Blood wells up in the wound
with only a slight sting.
I brush my bangs back out of my eyes
and gently suck the red gold up,
the power and lovely taste, smell, texture,
smooth and beautiful;
Makes me sigh, and in contentment smile.
My tongue laps up the precious droplets,
savoring the spilling life;
being reforged into the inferno,
my eyes are half lidded,
a ringing assailing my ears.