The Very Blood

Keep on circulating, baby.
Nobody else can do it quite like you.
In your transformative hands,
I’m more than mere abstraction,
more than some weightless
and careening figment
behind the Zeitgeist’s ghostly eye.
The weight of all my hangups
lifts when your lips grace mine,
and suddenly, every day is Friday!
Keep on circulating baby,
for you’re the very blood
which feeds my cold
emaciated heart.

-r. miller

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