Veins, Pt. 3

You're the blood

floating through my veins.

All through the soil

and up in those trees.

All through my body

  in my breath

    in my head

      in my heart.

From the fingertips

  to the outcast mind;

    from the toes

      to rotten skin.

In my lips,

in my being --

and outside, too.

You're the blood

floating through my veins,

you're the blood

in which I live.

You're the blood

and I may feel you --

forever again.