I live

A Poem by Jason Kiba

not grimacing, but staining

I'll live
I drink and eat
the life
I know
not grimacing, not grimacing
but staining
always staining
dull crimson
over your fragrance
...
blood of my heart,
free and heavy
liquid of my soul,
endlessly
damp
upon the footsteps of my world
it drips, and covers not
it stains, and sunders not
the glow
from the embers of you
everlasting in my daily rain