Paradox

I love with all the love that is in me,
not from the heart
but from the blood that flows from it -
seeping throughout my body,
nourishing my life and my soul,
powering the mind and all senses in my system.


With each drop of red
a breath I breathe into the life of my love;
bittersweet juice that flows through my veins,
lone warmth to my body,
feelings through my nerves,
power to my life.


A love that comes not from the heart
but is powered by it
through that red that flows endlessly
until life cease to exist,
facilitated but not controlled by the mind,
the unseen reason behind the madness of this world.


And as I show this love,
I pierce through my skin into the heart,
blood gush forth to express itself,
ethereal pain ruling inside and out,
the passion that consumes me
until all life has poured out of my body.


But I shall live again -
quenched by the love, if you choose to
pour it out and let me drown in it;
let your love be the life in my body
and my love the life in you.
I shall live again eternal,
loving all the love that is you.