The frost that ruptures arteries
and makes her foliage weep
is also master of the brush
that earns true glory’s keep,
for as he paints the crimson tide
with blood as palette’s edge,
his lines mark beauty’s truest form,
and trace salvation’s ledge.
Tag Archives: blood
Outside the Lines
O bloodied branch, femoral
artery feeding lusty
lies, if self is emptied out
(radical transfusion), might
your stump become a tree of
Life for me? Might skin, peeling,
bare veins which would bleed, not for
egocentric comforts or
satisfaction in single
dose, but multiplied networks,
capillaries of comfort
and compassion? Let leeches
drain decomposition, let
radical revolution
leak Love radically spilled,
in living outside the lines.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 