My Bloody Galentine

Black honey lipstick bleeds red

On your lips like

Burgundy hair dye, kissing

Your bathtub's base. Like

Semi-permanent hickeys on porcelain,

You stain

A canvas beyond repair

With your mind's splatter.

In fall tones or

rather, spring, watch

Your paintings germinate

Before hazelnut eyes.

Watercolor blooms in pinks,

Purples, oranges, bright like

Citrus tulips in mid-May.

No inch of surface left blank

Because

Your nature insists

You fill

What's empty.

A beaten-up teddy bear has his safe spot

On your familiar salmon bedsheets,

Embrace him

Until his threads nearly unravel.

If your friends were made of

Poly fill and button eyes, they'd look

Well-loved just the same.

You treat them

Plush passion. Stitch up their seams

Because

Nurturing is in your bloodstream;

It must be some-type positive.

If it wouldn't hurt your tender veins,

I would draw your sweet sap. Inject

Myself, inject your friends, inject your

lovers, your kin,

Overwrite our DNA with

Your kind chromosomes

So we could all give

That same care

Back to you.