Intravenous

- And I said to you that I would get back, back,
back to where the barbed wire tugged at my skin
and I lay like an animal sacrifice with my animal grin.

And I had said that were it not for my flames,
I would have frozen into a cool puddle of ice
for my children to stand upon, and would not have thought twice.

And my girl, with her abduction eyes and addled brain,
could never be fit back together again, unless I kissed
where it dried on the street, and I lied with my fist.

So you blonde Jew-warrior, you say you were lost
in the little vine staircase that twisted and clung
to the walls of the house where I kneeled on the rung.

I waited and hoped, for she could not be dead,
The white pillows did not hold the weight of her head,
and I stayed there and watched her be pricked and bled.