POTPOURRI AND OTHER RANK ESOTERICA

Bleeding Heart Is A Species Of Wild Flower

Deep in my heart, deep in the forest,
The fog forms and dew begins to coalesce.
Far across the sands, under the cactus spines,
I prick myself and cry to the stars.
My blood is red and wet.  It hurts to bleed.
Deep in my heart I wish you were with me.
When pricked so deep in my heart, I cry when I bleed.
I cry as my blood drips from the forest leaves.
I cry as my blood dries in the desert sand.
I search for you across the earth and weep.
I search in my mind on hands and knees.
I search and bleed, hungering for what I need.
You were my island, disappearing like Atlantis.
You were my life, my refuge and my peace.
You were all I had.
You were all I wanted.
You could have stopped the bleeding.
You loved bleeding hearts.