I believe in loving you

there was a mystery
to that last nonverbal element
that was in your hands

your liquidity

your density

your cherished desire

everything..emerges from
the middle of that mystery

there was a stream of water
it was a dream come true
that my body's bloody
discharge was dear to you
and it was also the untold truth
that your body carving skills

 I loved
you used to open it with the
rule of control
which from my menstruation waist
bound as silver flakes

I used to watch
your bluish sweaty face
strict and generous
it enters my blood vessels
like a soft bunny
and that's when red flowers bloom
in my silky festive body.