nose bleed

it's a familiar rush of something behind your face
slipping as though in your wanting the body you invoked
this wine

bringing forth something richer than words
shaken loose from shuttling from one end to the other
in flight

thicker than family in it's resolve
but flowing given the moment
of crisis

where danger and the safe are twins
who hate you or love you or failing that
just fuck you

and your nose bleeds even when you're alone
as though you've been dropped from a height
and lived