I need to see the blood.
Need to see it pool up from
My warm skin, just over
The blue vein that carries
This rueful life through me.

A thin sewing needle,
Little steel splinter,
Would press so very
Exquisitely to my
Fragile, pining flesh.

You must let me do this,
Must let me draw out a fat tear
Of sanguine wine that will tint
My anxious lips and
Intoxicate my eager tongue.