Sacrament

If I prick a single finger

Squeeze out red drops

To write words of love

Would you take note?

If I cut across my hand

And let it trickle down

Pink streaming feelings

Might you be impressed?

Maybe if I slit my wrist

And watched it flow out

A ruddy pool of emotion

Would that even move you?

Or slash at my jugular vein

And gush forth in crimson

Everything deep inside

Could you love me then?