Hummingbird Tunnel

Blue rivers pulse,
the arteries of pink land
stained black
with their secondary colour.

It flickers,
that tube of flesh,
a hummingbird's wingbeat
of living rhythm.

And I watch it.
Watch the rise and fall:
breathing in and crushing out
in a perpetual orgasm of pumping.

This is my blood.

.

And I watch it live.

Sarah Cuming : 19 Mar 2010 15:43 |  Tags: Blood Creative Writing Life Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem