you made my blood clot, so slowly and gently, coagulating beneath your faint touch.
on flaxen sheets of rough cotton I watched your plants rolling their limbs out your open window. they sprawled themselves, unravelling, yearning for the gentle kiss of the suns rays. an almost ****** photosynthesis. and for you I would sprawl myself out too, and with the same eagerness absorb every scent of yours into my flesh, and drink desperately from your soul like a cacti in its first summer shower since '89.
and your final gasp, with me, but a sponge for your every metaphoric suppuration, and literal secretion. and you were transfixed there, spurting auras of sin and love. a final burst of ecstasy, you soon became my anticoagulant.
you seeped into my bloodstream, reversing this gentle coagulation.