Merridawn Duckler

THE PHLEBOTOMIST LOVER
 

Beautiful he said when I removed my coat
and, hey, compliments are not so frothy
that I’ll let blush slip off just because
he’s some technical person, looking to needle.

Truth, I’ve been told before my capillaries
stun as he taps and strokes
me essence startled into reds: berry, algaical, seductress;
I make daily, my bluids, my ocean, skein-held.

But brusque here press, the contact skin point
taped over, lover, out the automatic door, a roused memory
of death averted came, when I was a rude, delicious teen,
how an evil party did junk me, want to try? u have beautiful veins 

                                    
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