soul in living blood

off my head, skimming the top

leave hand prints where you touch
without the mark of passion, we are left with nothing much.

soul in living blood has licked and bit at me
i havent offered any answer, but if i did it wouldnt be free.

avoidance is my weapon that i will use on you
your importance was a drop of water on a winter afternoon

oh monkey i inform you
oh pursuer i have to say
i do not love you
my heart is of fired clay

Author's Note

a quick one that i probably shouldnt post

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Whoa, actually I'm glad you did post! This is bloodly fine work, this is only the second piece I have read of you but you have revealed your talent.

I'm impressed, thanks for sharing!