Red and blue

The poem contains the thoughts of the author when it comes to his beloved, her being above him and him considering himself unworthy.

I steel feel the taste of blood,

The red nectar flowing through

My nerve endings, full of you,

Numbed by the cover of mud.

I wish you came to me, my flood.

Give me a taste of you,

a taste of new.

I need you

To come

To see what makes me true,

To see the bloody mess I have become,

To see the blood pour from me to you,

To see my eyes fill with blood anew.

Twist your eyes upon me,

Bleeding a red sea,

A harpoon away, a throw, they say,

Only one little step to get to thee.

Your blood is blue, mine is askew,

Bleeding in the wrong direction.

I ask from you, as I am true

And blood bleeds in only one direction,

I ask if you, a bluer blue,

Would taint your blood with my affection.

Author's Note

Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Wow, this is deep and love the line about bluer then blue...