Blood and Chartreuse

Blood and Chartreuse featured heavily in a dream I had last night... So I wrote this.

The taste of blood and altars swirling around my mouth, 

Coating my tongue in herby, sweet, sickly red and green,

The colour of Christmas, only much, much darker,

It is the single most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

Blood and chartreuse in a small frosted shot glass

The mangled flavours dancing away behind your eyes,

Metallic and yet natural, heavy but also light, 

The chartreuse awakens you to the blood's sweet lies. 

Teeth that rip into my thin, pale white pearly skin, 

Tongues that tenderly clean the blood from my arm,

I should be fighting for my very dear, precious life,

But their passion, anger, blood and lust raise no alarm.

Nails filled into down sharp claws dig into my flesh,

Drawing blood and mixed cries of pleasure filled pain,

More green, more red, more nights filled with passion,

Drinking and feeding and fighting until we're insane,

Green liquid flows into a glass, pass me that bottle, 

Swig this elixir of life, and the chartreuse too, 

There's one hundred and forty herbs in this green, 

How many flavours do you think are inside you?

Lips on my skin and blades pressed to my wrists,

Where the blood runs from, we're not quite sure,

We're all bleeding, all needing, all searching for love,

All waiting, all hating, the clock strikes four,

He stands up and bows at us, his eyes are green,

Taking his gracious leave with a bottle in each hand,

He is missing out on your sickly sweet blood, my love,

But now just imagine what more I have planned.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

This is the verse for me .. because of the arch wit of it .. I love it .. esp the macabre question at the end:

Green liquid flows into a glass, pass me that bottle,
Swig this elixir of life, and the chartreuse too,
There's one hundred and forty herbs in this green,
How many flavours do you think are inside you?

[Lina Grey]

How very dark and colorful. The images you conjure with this inticately detailed piece are a bit clouded and very bizarre, but beautiful nonetheless Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

"We're all bleeding, all needing, all searching for love,
All waiting, all hating, the clock strikes four,"
I enjoyed the complete poem. I had to read a few times for the wise and powerful story in the poem. I like the use of language to create a good vision. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote