we danced, you and I, under a rain of hot blood

saliva oozed down the walls in that cave of a room

pooling on that velvet floor

voices drifted along the ceiling as the air undulated like a dancer

and you held me.

the blood was yours, and still we danced

(and was some of it mine?)

it was yours, and the floor was slick, and I

fell into you, waiting for you to come

into me

teeth tore at you, my teeth, as I waited for the strike

I knew would complete me.

you held me too close for sex and

rocked me to sleep.