and i never want
my heart bleeding
harder than your wrists,
making me realise that
your demons are contagious
they make me feel high
and connected
like us
a connection so frightening;
a shiver running down the spine
nothing like lovers on the street
a connection ice cold
colder than your fingertips
on my cut, red lips
a connection which puts halt
on the heartbeat keeping us
alive
as the demons chase down the
blood in my arteries
a crimson
like death and sin
and push me to the bed
and i lie enveloped
in the cold warmth of your arms
.
