november and blood

my darling you smell of november
of november, my dearest, and blood
dark and primal, dried like leaves
flaking on my fingertips
your body cool, your hair still damp
and dripping 'cross my fevered flesh
like tiny pearls and sparkling tears
like molten oxygen and stars
lust is an aching hunger, darling
twisted desire, perversion of love
an answer to unprayed prayers for
sanguine union, sampling essence
heartbeats mirroring each other
in their haste to decelerate