DRINKING YOUR BLOOD

so still. . .
entranced by the vision
of your own dying

your body
offers itself
up to me

I taste the flavour
of your life
drink your dreams

savour each memory
the delicious tang
of longing

smell the sweet
desire to live
swallow your soul(whole)  

your body now
no use to me
or you

a broken doll
left out in the rain
at best

I kept my promise
there will be
no more pain.

**

My friend who was slowly dying described her cancer as being bitten by a vampire and watching something so unreal drink your life without being able to do anything about it.

Between the sheets
you will see the real me
a tender, affectionate soul
no crazed delusions, no confusions
no re-repeated role
for I am but a simple man
troubled from my birth
take a chance and you will see
the value of my worth