Emptiness crowds
into crevices once
overflowing with you —
all I know of love,
what it could be,
how it rises and falls
Secreting the blade
and hilt behind its back
while it parries and thrusts
leaving gashes
silky as red ribbons,
upon my soul,
all of it I learned from you.
Truth, staid and sticky
barges out of the shadows, clumsy
and blundering
forbidding my eyes to blink,
my head to turn.
You grip my face digging
your fingers into hollow cheeks
Forcing me to grant you Sainthood
instead of hating you
Oh, sweet relief,
permit me to deny
the wound and the knife,
allow me to worship
the dream I had of you
a little longer
I promise my heart
to sacrifice,
if you would be
satisfied.
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