such an arousing thrill
o what a celebration it is
sending up reddish balloons of blood
who knew that cutting could be so fun
little light-headed warrior
your left hand scalped your right wrist
swung its veins open to the ink-filled night
and sewed its prize on tree-lined necklaces
o what a thrill it is to feel so alive
so damn aware of your heart for a change
it's as if you've only just met
listen to it pump its rivers in ravenous flow
let is saunter its spill in loving mathematics
counting its rhythms and begging its gush
tonight we get personal
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