Not Quite Pleasurefull Pain
The steady trickle of the shower
No longer
assaulted my ears.
I stare at the closed bathroom door
And frown my eyes calculating its mysteries.
You hardly ever shut the bathroom door
You have
long since gotten over being modest
at least around
me.
Unless……
No!
I enter the bathroom and watch your wine
As it
pours from your veins.
You look up at me
and I can feel my eyes
soften.
I kneel before you and gather you into my embrace.
I
take your arm into my hand
and examine it careful of the cuts and
bruises.
I bring your shattered arm to my lips
and lick at the
life giving wine that is you.
I worry about you,
even
though you tell me not too.
Even though this pain is pleasurefull to you
This pain is not pleasurefull for me.