She shared with me
Her brown blood.
A sweet gift
Of divine intimacy.
She was embarrassed at first
Apologetic even.
Stating
“My period must have just started.”
I said
“Don’t worry about it, please.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“You’re beautiful.”
She pulled my head down
And kissed me.
She shared herself devotedly.
Her brown blood
Like words
Poetry
A painting
Or sculpture
Under construction
Vulnerable
To review.
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