by Eroica Mendoza
Thursday, March 07, 2002
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Come with me and taste my blood, fill in your body with the essence of my life
The same blood my ancestors from the Far East had given me as a Gift
That will never be gone.
I open my skin for you to see the Red River of my soul, now touch it with your lips
Slowly taste the richness and warmth of my blood, feel it rushes down your throat
Drop by drop I integrate inside you.
Now it flows like it speaks with nature, you begin to swallow a spoonful of my blood
Taste the sweetness, the bittersweet, the taste of innocence, and the taste of madness
The blood has been prepared for hundreds of years now and itís time.
Like wine preserved beyond time we fail to recognize, when she is ready, we feast
And my blood that has been nurtured, untouched by the revolution of genetic power
I want you to digest all of what I am.
And when all that makes up of me runs through your vessel, heart, mind and soul
It is my will to pump your blood out through your pulsating heart, beating for me
I have become your blood, your life.
Slowly my dear as you crave for more of me, your heart pulsates furiously, madly
Pumping out so much blood, red, red, pure, delicious, warm, red, red, embracing
And you will drown in your own life.
I will watch you struggle and hear your silent scream as you swallow your blood
And my immaculate blood pulls you down and you submit in an orgasmic strife
And you die while I am in you, smiling.
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|Reviewed by Hank Eder
|I am dumbstruck by Blood! I stand in awe of Erica's imagery. Though it may kill me, I find myself craving just a taste...|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|"Blood" can fill the veins of the reader's
imagination right from the first two lines.
It can increase the beats of the heart like
thunders... It is a masterpiece of the Major literature.
"Blood" is an outstanding writing that can
be part of any collector's gallery.
I Salute You, Master Poet Erica S. Mendoza.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by richard poor
|awe-ing....a drop becomes a flood!|
|Reviewed by Jeremy Vaeni
|Hey, Anne Rice: Stick a cork in it!
Just kidding. I like the diversity of your poems strung together by that narcissistic, depressed throughline most call "poet."
Who are you? A woman on the edge? A woman spewing inner turmoil? A woman who needs Zoloft? Time will tell. In the meantime...I'll keep reading, because as your voice grows louder and your range wider, this tapestry of poems takes on its own interesting narrative.
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Interesting and powerful... great images.|
|Reviewed by J John (Reader)
|Reviewed by Melissa Rives
|I love this...deep, dark, and powerful! :)|
|Reviewed by Aamie Burnley
|... such complex images. no simple coutry girl here, no sir! great depth, and layer upon layer of angst and love and power.|
|Reviewed by Bernardina Ong
|I love this piece. So dark yet sweet.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Welcome angel Erica...queen of the quassia graphic ...;-)|
|Reviewed by Alain Gracio
|Akasha beware you have competition! The Blood thing gives me the creepsl, especially the drinking part, put in terms of making laugh or cry, this one makes me .........well that cannot be printed,
In terms of form, and parallel, its a well written poem, Imagary and substance excellent. Voice Outstanding, Its the subject matter where I differ, but that just my opinion. Without prejudice I rate this a 10
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|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
A very dark, disturbing piece. Just my style, love it! Janet