Bleed

Won't you bleed for me
just a little bit
and show some skin
and moxie -
that fight hanging off
your jaw or
one of those new blue tattoos
that only I can see
because I love
what you try and hide
from all the boys.
You make me see death
in a whole new light
and I can get used to
this feeling
of sinking into you.
Besides,
I love how you want to dance at funerals
or maybe it's just that black
hangs like sin
off your shoulders
and you sound like a choir,
breaking tradition and all those
little taboos
you drink from my cup

when my mourning
grows eclectic .