Honed Edges Penetrate Deepest

the taste of freedom is etched
on the anarchy of your lips
this is a sideshow of oleander
and hemlock
where the paradise of you wrapped
in the mewling surrender
of poison is enough
to die for

the curve of you
rammed against my
thighs
the bones of your spine ask questions
that demand hard answers

you slip over me
engulf me in fevered burnings
ramblings of 39 degrees
incoherence growled through
clenched teeth
lost in the awareness of flesh

blades are sharpened
on whetstones
spit lubricates
to start
we slide
grind against each other
watch the glint of the glossy blade
hone its edge
slick slipping
until sharp
sticks deep into flesh
till we’re both
severed from reality