Blood You Need

the room is red as

an electric coil

and

folks seem to

understand

why

i can’t seem to

put the heat

down

as two hands are

on my back.

get comfy, you say. untuck that. unbutton that.

as your

hands start to travel.

my torso from neck to waist, your right digs deeper.

leaving a mark, a gunbelt. your left hand apologizes

with a caress as your right tells on

the blood you

need to

let