i'll never be a poet

goodbye my children

red line down
touch the tip
break the link
ripple blip
ink blot bleed
curling mass
swirling sphere
clot dissolve
dye pool red

red line down
pearls adorn
expanding
gathering
one by one
slide along
the red line
drop them in
clot unfurl

red line down
fishing pole
the bait is
my red soul
fingertips
scarlet bloom
i am there
and right here
oh baby!