Nocturnal Life

it’s nearing dawn

as i walk back home

shirt dripping with blood

face unrecognizable with the red stain

you lied on the floor

you smiled like the angel of death

as you showed me the heart in your hand

red

still

ugly

i shook my head

as you lick it slowly

“man, you’re sick”

you smiled

“they make great candy”

as you tossed it into the fridge

among the others of your collection

“but you get the first place, always”

and that dawn

as always

we slept on the floor

with seductive smell

of blood and sex

lingering in our little room

until the sun sets again

and we'll wake up again

and we'll fool around again

until the time of the month

arrive again