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bathe me in your DNA

by Lauren Singer

i watched you run the blade
the length of your cheek,
nick a blemish, bleed out
onto tissue paper.
the stain spread
so unrealistically red,
as though to prove there was no mistaking it.

it is weird that i would play with your blood?
rub it on my eyelids or the backs of my knees?
looking at me with your one morose tear
i couldn't help myself but run a finger
down that slovenly face, catch the syrup in hooked embrace,
bring it to my lips and ingest your type o negative.

make my body clean again;
the newest way to swallow.

05/12/2008

Posted on 05/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/17/08 at 01:40 AM

Sharp images (pun partly intended). It has to be love! Senuous and sensual.

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