blood and honey

She took out her heart
(and shook it all about)
it dripped with honey and blood
she felt the hot viscous fluid
slide lusciously between her fingers
heard the drip drip drip
Splat on the concrete floor
his studio austere
white white white
all the while he stitched and scratched
and bound his stories
into tight bundles
not looking up not smelling
the ferrousness not hearing
the timpatic drips
not seeing the pleasure
in her eyes