Nonsense
“Ensanguine,”he said. We wanded fingers
over personal screens: “To make bloody or crimson.”
Those crimson sheets and panties, all-engulfing sex, life
gulping reason, dying for thirst. Drink my blood,
look, slowly now, then, in lusty crayon crimson.
Optimistic, really, floating as we do, in blood,
optimistic that blood is good, good red blood
good blood between us
blood sisters for life
bloodied husband and wife
Exsanguinate—hah! Deflate the memory, dissolve
the vibrancy, turn me teal upon arrival.
Don’t let me down, No, please, don’t let me down.
Lets anticipate the dream in vivid palette.