you've moved on again
traveller of the blood,
you've moved on again
and found your way
into my life
the flow has weakened
thinned now
and you draw to the blood-soaked banks
and stay with me for a while
in a little port hotel
a place that doesn't mind
bloody footprints on the rugs
we sleep in little beds
push them together
but still there is space
between our bodies
I, poet of the blood,
have pushed my bed to the center
and wait for you
but my veins know
what my limbs do not
you can push your bed beside mine
and we could join
but soon
you'll move on again,
traveller of the blood,
you'll move on again
