“Je verse mon
sang dans ton corps” (I pour my blood inside/into your body),
Dalida- Je Suis Malade.
There are songs of need and songs that bleed
and a dead bird, lifeless clothed in crystal
Cries
'The blond, the blond, the fair' of the earth's weight she dies
She pours her blood, like water into a vase
She tints with her blood a mark
onto his body, into his body--
He blows the candles and sleeps,
while she, wide awake receives the dark.
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