I have forgotten
all the dagger words
and even the scars
have faded names.
The love remains
an uneasy creature
trembling at the sound
of gentle voices,
wondering at the claws
that lash out
to drive away
hands meant to sooth
and eyes meant to heal.

There is no embrace
only
because I push away.

Cheap red wine
and broken glass
digging
into
my fingers
blood stained prints
on clear blue glass
that never wash
the words away
I can't see
for all the light
that's shining
down my veins
Let me forget
the dance of loss
and let us
start to sing

Deep fleeting words
run like raindrops
on hot metal
sizzling to
non-existence
on their way down

She slipped in
and spread his ribs
With dagger words
and now
By passion's wound
he bleeds
Blood old and black
turned poison
in his back