BloodBlooms

 
Her midnight eyes
 the rainfall by.
 
Pours the score
 with even strikes.
 
 Drips the glory
 of my gushing stab.
 
Spurts the grey
 a repeating shine.
 
These sparks
 from the dark
 of an open mound,
 
 flowers that tick
 my throb way ‘round.
 
Lays me down a
 pulse of ground!
 
so I'll fawn the lawn
 to a canopy’s dawn
 
 where she draws me
 slow &
 sharp &
 streaked with red.
 
Numbered ghouls
 to a chosen few,
 
baked on the wake
 of my broken stones,
 
so bones to moss,
 my lilac swag!
 
we sprout with a shout!
 from the flaming source
 while shoveling the crust
‘pon our graining lust.
 
& we stew in our
 holes & coves.
 
In bundles of sticks
 we can our worms
 & skulk our loves
 on claws of courage,
 
{a blur of fur
  from air to steel,
  she mounts
  my silent sign
  on the skyline white}
 
our lips forced
 off the beaten course,
 
a kiss of fire that
 flies our bloom
 to the barefoot earth
 of a daggered spray.
 
 Dandelions in
 molten green.
 
& first light rides
 my claw-torn eyes
 
 as flesh to trench,
 my rainflow falls.