‘The Phlebotomist’

In hospital grey's,
I see your cherry red smile
On the pin prick of a needle's
Frantic reflection.
Should cold fluorescence
Bend the light any longer?
That I could taste your subtle desire
Quietly confessing
Through the flesh and vein.
A somber resplendence falls
Upon the gentle curves of lips
And breath on skin,
A momentary flicker
In the transient flame
Of love and lust within.

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