Blood Lift

my pumping chambers never skip so far never lit or slit our beats now interfere and together they walk quietly marching red fills thick my kick sends from out the core the count is yours and you are mine for you weren't there before these words at birth, a pulse that ticks when it contracts she screams this lull two circulations, separate fit out of phase it has begun the first to which the mother sings emits a curious rooting, proud as guns rewarding gift to shift her gain resorting who's the loudest one your blood will hit when the body splits and spits its purest beauty out at once the heart will lift and swift her pain will morph into the full false silence of you