We’ve got blood. It runs through my veins, when I hold your hand, stained, it’s got you too. I probably left my skin a little loose. I never meant to bleed on you I guess that’s just what we do, sharing this space it’s impossible not to. I don’t say a word and you have a reply because the blood inside never runs dry you know without seeing and can see without saying I’ll give you your answers you never needed until I uttered them, and you’ll give me guidance without really meaning it but it sticks. Don’t clot now, we’re a river and a cycle donate the love with a needle see how we’re forever, not a choice but a given enriching lives we’re living, because of course - we’ve got blood and its stains don’t wash off.