prime the pump

Is this blood? Did you get blood on my new words

Let’s take it and place it above the altar.
We’ll dance and we’ll drink and we’ll play on the strings.

Let’s take it and place it over the stars.
We’ll harken the angels to grace us with song.

Let’s take it and place it in a locket.
We’ll hang it on the mantel and watch the fire reflect.

Is this blood or is this love? I carry it, either way, for only you.
In my veins and in my ways and in the thoughts that fill spaces of my days.

Is this blood? Did you get blood on my new words?
Then I am alive.