Draw – a poem

Draw from me what you will,

Sky shall see all that lies

Beneath every layer, veins

And arterial flow pulse, throb,

Like rivers roaring, flood.

*

Draw upon what you need,

For your art and peace

So briefly enjoyed, cease

Shall I my interruptions

For your attentions, so dip.

*

Blood, the taste of iron,

Tang and salt bitterness

Roams the buds alight raw

As the drawn upon twitches

From a visceral flow left.

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