THERE'S BLOOD ON YOUR LIPS
Confined in the arrow of new wingsChained to what life has wrought
Bitten cheek to cheek, suckling babes
As twin vultures circle maroon rules
Plasma their temporary reckoning
Thirst the real Mc Coy, crimson warm
Woman, there's blood on your lips
A venous pedigree takes cover
Fresh juice from the best flow
Blood on your lips heading south
Bloody damn well wants out
Unable to clot, got no clout
There's blood on your lips
Blood all over your lips
Smiles reluctantly take a sip
Splatters an off-white tattered slip
Woman, there's blood, blood on your lips!
Stretched beyond the limit
Oh God, save me from my sins
So much of a good thing
Not enough faith to truly live
Pulled in three directions, then some
There's blood on my lips as well
Hot fingers red
Slow hand cool
Paperback books romancing
Playing hard to get
Hard to get forgotten
Counterfeit just got played
There's blood on your lips
Blood all over your lips
Smiles reluctantly take a sip
Splatters an off-white tattered slip
Woman, there's blood, blood on your lips!
On your lips
On your lips
On your lips
Love's blue blood
All over your lips
Copyright, Nathaniel London 2013
All rights reserved by author 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-01-24 at 21:23
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