Lasting Cuts

Touch will come out and last, so she can wait
And she can listen too - he'll make his move;
To stop her death-like hush, he'll hear her state
He ought to force her lock; he ought to prove
That she will shun all tenderness to grieve
For something so elusive that she'll come
With passion and with vehemence; believe
Sir now, he might be kind, but she's not one
To want this gentleness; it won't inspire
The strength and fierceness that Sir's use of force
Will bring; a rain of tears won't dampen ire
But adds to her exposure - tears resource
His touches, as he pacifies the slow
And steady heartbeat with those cuts on show.