Black bile

melancholy cold and dry black and sour
bride of blood purged from the spleen
melancholy so low, so depressed
a calloused heart on a northern path
tie the tourniquet open a vessel
my cup runneth over with blood and bile
heartbeat slows euphoria sedation
as pressure falls sickness flows away
sanguine hot and moist sweet and red
bride of bile begotten of the heart
sanguine passion and laughter
lost love spoken on an eastern wind
slipping away healed...