Blood Transfusion

he has entered my veins

i cannot escape this

fermented cure

i ponder if it’s medicine

masking away my illness

or a supplement so immensely

powerful, my whole insides

can be cured within the

moment our veins connect

mixing the ruby red blood

into a priceless serum

the world would die,

kill for

i cannot escape this fermented cure

yet a being so minuscule

so powerful, maliciously lies in

the pit of the shadows

in-between equilibrium

screaming for me to run

and leave so I can revert back

to my repressed past,

to my caliginous

relationship with the inner turmoil

of venomous revenge and toxic destruction

shit, our veins touched again

and the formidable voice escapes me

he travels through my bloodstream

and tears fall with palpable agony

sugar coated with powder so they

could be mistaken for artificial

lemonade

yet he licks them with his

opaque azure eyes

and he knows those tears

are releasing menacing demons

that relentlessly try to fight a

way inside this lucid dream

and my body, astro-planes

ascending far above myself

watching him lick away all

that once distressed

my cluttered, chaotic brain

the blood seeps tenderly through his ears

into my unwinding belly button and our bodies

mesh until it is unclear

whether I am him, or he is,

me

we sit there, unfazeable calm,

wondering when and if we

will slip and vanish

from each other's ethereal grasp,

yet neither let go,

so we watch time move

faster than light

and ponder whether we

are the light that controls

all that is moving and living

or are we the darkness

that suffocates the light

desolating and consuming

all that is known about

the essence of time

one last blood transfusion

and we, at last,

become eternally even

and time

finally quiets

or did it

dissolve

unevenly?