Transfusion
A dull flood of crimson paint
Flows into the plastic tubes
That connects you to robots
Who whirr away silently and
A silent lull of burgundy wine
Flushes your beautiful cheeks
Which heat under my touch
When I warmed your smiling lips as I
Breathe oxygen to your skin
Your heart beat faster away
The white coats and metal
Chinked away and they clipped
And sewed and fastened all day
Through to the night and to the next morn
Where they thought you were saved but no! You were not
And your heart beat to the moon where it
Fluttered and flew away,
Away.
