Cuts

cruel claws of my mouth hold you
between  stone and lips.
i become hard as ore in the dark earth,
as i trace you with steel. your flesh parts
and blooms a red passageway
the stain of your surrender billows like smoke.

the cold blade pushes into you and
you open, a  slow gash, tasting of salt and copper
and deep shadows,  you pray and impale your self
on the unforgiving edge

a dark crimson tide splashes over me,
and the suffering of your
summer skin swallows the hurt of  winter iron,
bleeding, silent rivulets tracing history along your spine.
dark rivers flooding dark worlds down your
delicate wilderness.

stone and bone hold you shackled
as i sup the sacrament of your wounding
and in the ice air i drift
from the borders of your breath
falling from grace to grace as i cut into you

the pain floods your lost heart
and your flow pulls taught in the solitude
of biting and slashing, till your mouth finds
fire and the thorns of my kindness.


blinded you fall into molten stone
and drift with the lunar pull of heat and seeds,
a slender blade of iron holds you to your ebbing will,

in the searing pain that moistens your golden flesh
scalding tears sting the blue of your eyes, and
in your exquisite despair you ache into the sharp blade
blessing the wounding steel

laying wet and heated along the cruel edge
your tongue finds stone and razors,
the fiery gash lays claim to your flesh, as
you assent to the epiphany of cuts.