Pulsating sheets of ecstasy
Contain the heart’s desire, for what?
Moments later, shields are down
And my face becomes a liar.
The knife’s not clean as it moves
Through spirit, flesh, and mind
In, out, in
Panting with the playfulness
Dancing in the light
Carving out the intimacy
Trying to make some right
Of knife strokes
The deepest places,
Darkness fades all color, dimming thoughts and features
Emergency teams are nimble not
To save surrounding souls
The quick is cut, the knife is pulled
Damage has been done.
Pretense, is it the only way
To forget that we were one?
The caustic burns at first
The taste rubs clean the surface
Of my soul.
Pleasure and anger all tied so tightly
I cannot control the change
Transition is nil as vehemence takes over
No time for warning, advisement, informing
Just time to jump the ship.