I dream...
  by Leslie GS

I dream of blood

Not the steamy, busy blood
  of mayfly mortals
    precious, precious yes
      burning ruby in my veins

Not that

I dream of blood

Not the self-forbidden
  sweet rush of fragile life
    bursting free in a wanton surge
      propelled by a fluttering, fevered heart

Not that

I dream of blood

I dream, I dream
  of chaos that swallows me
as I swallow it
   of exquisite slicing anguish
as you crawl into my veins
  of dissolving into your embracing abyss
breaking in waves of blackest ecstasy
  driven by the glacier-slow thunder
of your unfathomable heart

I dream of blood

I dream of you