What is it about blood?
What taste that so embalmed the sensibility in grease redness
What pride in spillage of our souls
At the alter of greedy cacophony.
What beats birthed this dance of blood spree
spiking missteps  in  dance hall
dismemberment of souls of sweet love
What heart adjudged my trueness of you in this fusion of blood lets in Scaffold's and veils of religion, in cultural biases and skin pigmentations.
As the sky hoovers and clouds empties itself my soul and love I pour offering that one thing you desire... Trueness!
The singleness of our blood colour.
Let our  blood  mingle in oneness of flow
And Our love swings in smoothness of heavenly cast like coasting clouds despite variations.
Our love is the true taste of blood and the true colours of our being.
Love is Heavenly.