My blood
stunned at the sight of you
my blood
hushed at the sound of you
my blood
tripping over it’s own pulse
when you stand
too near
my blood crying out
for you
thesightthesoundthenearness
of you.
My love
bleeding
bleeding for you
as you remove
your nurse’s uniform.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-i-live/
