Bloody Love

Cassandra by Evelyn de Morgan, 1898

Boys and girls, take heart

I made a hobby once

of loving you

I had a habit as

flat as a pancake

As high as

Alice B. Toklas

I had a red skull

with cross bones

But the sweetest bed

left of Lesbos

I fondled your genitals

then finished you off

with erudite love

like Sappho or Anaïs Nin

Her little birds with

little tongues

like stun guns

And I expected nothing

but blind worship

multiple orgasms and

a few good poems

I loved you, I swear

the way googly-eyed girls

love the drummer in the band

with rapid heart

and rapid eyelashes

I loved you like

mold loves bread

worms love pear

and I dare say

I loved you like

Cain loved Abel

and just as jealously

guarded my rapport

with the devil

until sex and love

were slave and master

and the easy orgasm

went by the wayside

with blood lust

Menstrual flow

became the New God

Monthly rituals

designed on the inside

like hieroglyphs on

cavern walls

Pagan chants channeled

from past voodoo

Noxious ghosts

straddling my throat

chasing the salt-bitter

tears of your cum

As in my mind

they all line up

to have their way

with bloody Kali

Now that valve is shut

Now that day is done

What do I live for

Now that I am bloodless?