Witherland

[6] Bleeding Knives

[6] BLEEDING KNIVES

we could not have been more alone.

[the dark is here, rippling apart
castles in air--no,
since the beginning
it hasn't been there.]

here comes the sun,
promises, promises.
for light. where is the fun?

[felony, clemency, enemy,
we've written on stars a tragedy.]

i see you. you see me.
but blindness isn't black,
and we collapse.

[i'd trade knife for your life.]

a small consolation for the desolation:
a heart for retribution.

[knife for your life, nothing as best.
the heart awaits, then a pierce--
to my chest.]

i love you i love you i love you
and i bleed.