There is a place in this heart
near the left ventricle, I believe ---
where a scar begins
to form, time and time again
to seal over the first swift incision
to heal the place where the bright blade
of your eyes made a clean, surgical slice
cutting quick into quiet chambers I could not see,
without warning, and so soft I never felt the edge
until next morning, when it ached like hell itself.
Please visit me again, and soon
with something beautiful and sharp
concealed in that wicked gentle smile
like a scalpel up your sleeve ---
it can be done in just a moment
the drowsy guards will never notice.
Cut me again so it cannot heal.
Please, just cut me again.
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3 comments:
the shield our self builds to protect us against pain can turn us into stone-like, zombies.....though the blade might hurt and do harm I rather expose the flesh, live, feel, cry...though I've already caught side of that protecting wall my self is building to not let the blade inside. will try and stop it from expanding, though I might let rise just to entertain myself and see it fall when I meet the sharp eyes again.
I did liked "Lady in the Water"...that's what I said...though lots of people didn't like it. That makes us 2 against the rest of the world. ha!
I agree with your thought that it is better to experience the "cut" of the blade than to suppress the ability to feel. Even pain is better than "Zombie-mode". Someone said "A ship is completely safe in the harbor...but that's not what a ship is for." Sometimes I find myself sailing straight into a storm.
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