Note: Okay. With the title of this poem as the writing prompt for the 31 Days LiveJournal writing challenge community, this was just screaming to get written. (For those not familiar with it, the phrase is a reference to the Tom Stoppard play "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead.") So...
Blood and Love Without the Rhetoric
cold
empty
spreading through my body
one heart-stopping inch at a time
bloodsmell
so close
all around me
coppery
dark
promise of life
I can't
I won't use his
after what that bastard did
to her
dying
slowly
it hurts
so much
but at least
she's alive
then hands
warm on me
pulling me upright
holding me
stars sparkling
no
not stars
tears
in her eyes
weeping for me
no
what is she
heartbeat pounds in my ears
not mine
hers
I can't
I'll kill her
I'd rather die
her hands
in my hair
pulls my head down
strong pulse
beneath my lips
her life
fills me
her song
sustains me
sweet
hot
blood
salty
cold
tears
becoming heavy in my arms
slowly fading to white
but I can't
make myself
let
go
forgive me
I love you