There was ichor in our veins. Mine from yours, just under skin, drawn with vampyric teeth from the tattoo on your ribs. Teasing every drop to your hips, seeing with my tongue. Pinching your quivering chest in place, I traced the salt above your stomach, gorged on humid air and bite after bite I tore at your hidden heart, daring it out while your fingers pierced my back, gluttonous, stretching the wound down my sides. Shallow, impatient breaths— a momentary truce that blessed your hands with strength. My goddess-guide: South, you led; and I fought at your navel, braced myself at the top of your thighs, held— playful, and fell to your whim, retreated to your tender spaces to taste your holy nectar. Moments eons immortality blood pumping together one mingled intertwined amnesiac "I love you." Gripping my face, you pulled me up and in.