Five drops of blood

The fantail’s song is intoned
Into the bonsai; festooned with-
Memories, of the luck-ripe creature
Your fate is so well sealed
Mingling with the gems
Diamonds among
Swarovski crystals
But there are worse anomalies
Seventy upon seventy rows
Heeding, yet head-strong
Each square a hedonistic man
And the fresh wine stretches on
For miles
And miles
Miles…
She whispers
Words sway like pines
On the beach in summer
And tickle his ear
Arousal amid
Non-existent heartbeats
Disappointment is the
Failed interlude
Seventeen women
Clad to reveal
But revealed to clad
Busty and with
Menstrual rage
Rush like fiery ice
Soft yet
Hard to the touch
And yet, after months
And months
Months…
They remain; immediate as
Ever-unmoving
The five drops of blood