knives

should it take a knife
To show us apart
Don’t confuse my intentions
Into love for you and
Love for me
But if it gives rest
To aching jaws
Let it tear the skin
till we both know
how kisses work
with a little help
from antiseptic
that with you time is
forgetting and healing

and it will wax lyrical
the blade in contact
with the skin at the edge
of a sharp feeling
your love is
the poetry of the future as
the future of poetry


so the knife to
produce from the hollow
Resin for the bow



I’ll let your conquering
Anytime you want
And I’ll keep
Coming back for more

If it takes a knife
To cut out
The intercoursing throb
Let yours be the hand

But I should be the one
That speaks to it keeps it
And makes it speak as I want
Let mine be the words
That survive the rapture