If I offered you blood,
The screed light of moon,
In tempest night of storm,
As nigh as my faint heart,
Would you pray penances,
Acknowledge new ablutions,
At creed, alter of strands,
Of oceans and seas alight,
Under a moon so struck,
With fires of salted water,
Tears that rain from within
And wrest your old troubles
In the beams on my love,
If I offered you blood?
