Moments

I make love with moments

with complete abandonment

with more 

of me

Breathe them

Fill every cell of my body, 

with them

And then,

I abort them.

It's messy, hurts.......the blue blood

I am empty once again.

Cells are imprinted ....

forever.

The  sound of empty

Is loud

and the pain is real.....and slow

Or maybe....

its the memory,

of the pain

And I know, Its time to let go

Rhea