Thursday's Vision

veins in the dark 
alive and stark
razor burnt
blood red and pitch black

inside in the dark
beneath my skin stands
a Woman whispering
to me beautiful things

clearly you fear
are revulsed
at the sight of Her
clearly you're here
to be swallowed 
by the torrent of Her

swooning crying
coming dying falling
collecting coagulating
in a puddle
on the floor
at my feet

do you know 
Her who holds me
under the cool Autumn twilight
at night I light the lights
to remember her dark eyes
soothing my cries

I wait and wait
I stay on Her lips
as She hovers above mine
I watch Her drip
like blood off the vine

inside lies a Goddess
I kneel insane
as She commands
worship from my veins

I'll never be the same