Reconciliation is the Last Thing on My Mind
When you cut me from your soul
did it hurt?
When you put that blade on the edge of my name,
and you sliced scarlet across the lips of every smile,
my freely given smiles,
did it sting?
When you scraped out those words,
those secret, wax-sealed words,
did you flinch?
When you tangled the breeze
in my honey-colored hair,
did it stick?
(lemon juice might do the trick)
And when you found that kiss,
that first sweet kiss,
did you dig deep?
Sea trench deep…
but enough, you think?
Oh wrap that gauze loosely, darling,
unless you want me to fester beneath.