What is blood if not a metaphor?
A calling for help,
signal of despair,
relief even?
The color varies between souls,
hell even the meaning does.
For some its dark as it flows,
and could represent the hopeless feeling,
that feeling being never moving on,
never getting a second chance,
the end.
But for others its bright,
and holds the purpose of relief,
carelessness,
the sense of knowing that you're alive.
Even when it may not feel like it.
Blood could be love even.
A blood bond.
Or the rush of blood when you're eyes meet.
Even when the blade strikes and all you see is red.
Blood, one thing, a common thing,
Is so uncommon in so many ways,
So many misconceptions,
although how can one really describe blood,
as it is to oneself.

Flesh to flesh,
Skin to skin,
A constant feeling,
Of one,
Two bodies colliding,
Souls align in order to produce,
Produce this sensation,
Indescribable,
Cannot be replicated,
Tingle,
Of two,
Something that takes your breath away,
Makes you shiver and shake,
Crave this once it's gone,
Makes seconds feel like minutes,
Flesh to Flesh.