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.