I keep you in my heart and my heart 

In your mouth. That way 

Your mouth bleeds, all ripe and red, a fruit

Waiting to be bitten. And I am your slave

Day in day out, unashamed 

And unconjugated, reduced 

To juvenile poetry. 

I keep you in my heart 

And my heart in your mouth. That way

Whenever I have a need for my heart 

I can simply ask for a kiss. 

And your mouth will bleed a river into my mouth

My blood, warm and sweet, 

Tumbling between our tongues 

Meeting in the middle.