So still <br />entranced by the vision <br /> <br />of your own <br />dying <br /> <br />your body <br />offers itself <br /> <br />up to me <br /> <br />I taste the flavour <br />of your life <br /> <br />drink your dreams <br />savour each memory <br /> <br />the delicious tang <br />of longing <br /> <br />smell the sweet <br />desire to live <br /> <br />swallow your soul <br />(whole) <br /> <br />your body <br />now <br /> <br />no use to me <br />or you <br /> <br />a broken doll <br />left out in the rain <br /> <br />at best <br />I kept my promise <br /> <br />there will be <br />no more pain. <br /> <br />******** <br /> <br />My friend who was slowly dying described her cancer as being bitten by a vampire and watching something so unreal drink your life without being able to do anything about it.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-your-blood/
