Bleeding

What’s there to write, what’s there to say that hasn’t already been bled, the light of my eyes drains with each drop spilled, the taste coats my tongue with each scream, 

I bite into my cheek, refraining speech, I cloak my face with your chest, hide my body in your image, open and close my soul in your eyes.

And still I bleed… 

I bleed when you say, pour my ecstasy upon your lips with your command, fall and rise, 

I stand, I sit, I command and beg all in the same breath. 

What more is there to say, when a million words fall short in comparison to the reflection of your heart in mine, and the beauty of your body fitting, encompassing mine..