what looks like blood
drips down the corner of your mouth.
i watch, in awe, all
the universes you contain.
and for all the misplaced words
and rocking bullets,
i knew i was embarrassing myself from the start.
it was out of boredom,
it was out of thrill,
it was out of love,
but i was out to kill;
and yet the coolest of the hands
took hold of me
and in what looks like blood
i saw the rest of my life.