I had been laying there quietly for years
afraid to open up
when she grabbed and bit my over ripe heart
a sweet sticky nectar ran down her chin
and drip, drip, dripped from wrist to elbow
too late to stop now, she thought
what a mess it would make
bite, bite, swallow
breathe, swallow, breathe
licking up every drop, drop, drop
empty as she walked away

Souls of Liberty