Seduction #15

I’ve lost count of the seduction series. I think this is #15, but it might be #14 or even #13.

The seduction poems are deliberately dark. That’s my intent. To dig through the crust and dip my fingers in the waters of the underground rivers.

linger and bleed and we’ll make our blood wine
trampling our flesh until our juices are strained
wet and exhausted and imperious slaves
trudging the streets and peddling our bottles
as snake oil penicillin and pomegranate juice
like lovers have loved in ages past
but like they have never done before

EDIT:  I accidentally typed “impetuous” instead of “imperious” on line 3.  That’s a brain for you.