Is it love

To take a bullet for someone

To stand in front of metal

And let it sink into flesh

Life into death

As effortless as leaping dolphins

Indifferent as love

Eternally shifting, only to wilt

When you fall back

Do you hear their cries

They have come to find you

Trembling through like water

When you lose all else

Stories, images, songs

Are the voices

What you hold onto?

Are they what 

You bring along?

And blood

You were once bathed in it

The moment your eyes 

Opened and touched

All of this world

That red in you

Flowing, running cold

When it comes back 

Through flesh and vessels

To reach the paleness

Of skin in burgundy blurs

Is it lovely

Is it love?