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 sweet
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 like being bitten by a vampire and watching something so unreal drink your life without being able to do anything about it.