Slip

-/~\-
Under a whisper
A nuzzle
A kiss
My knife slips
Into your chest
So sharp
Cut so clean
You never notice
It puncture your spleen

We lock eyes
Open
Clear
Full
Of love
Of pain
Of understanding
Why we must meet here
Again and again

Why this knife
Double sided
Must cut into me
As it cuts into you

Blood on the floor
Slow
Silent
Seep

Hearts open
Letting this wound
Touch in deep

Acceptance
Acknowledgement
Of the laws
Of relationship
Of the laws
Of human frailness

What happens now?
Healing
Death
Or a new depth
Of understanding
Of accepting
Of opening
Of facing this journey
Together
Matching scars
Tracing the tails
Of the same shooting star

In love there is pain
In pain there is love
Suffering is given
The only question that remains
Is if we will show up
Here
To be pierced and healed and held
Over and over
Again

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