blood fucking/finger painting
skin sticky; acrid, acrid blood
lover blood covered bloody
mouthfuls blood stuck dark
brother, smeared on chests and
faces – and joined, blood
shared and blood loved. Life-
soaked, joyous joyous, emptied
everywhere, everywhere; and
plunging in for more – blood
hungry, blood humping, washed
off and brought back and
washed off and held together by
viscera made potent by a sinister
et cetera baptised by paint that
binds, our names signed, our
bodies stained, our lives given
over to this leakage, this messy
seepage, this escaping love.

Labels: poetry

The antithesis stands.
I am
the sun and the moon and forever hungry
the sharpened edge
where day and night shall meet and not be
one.






(Audre Lorde)