Can I take it back?

Those days when my love becomes a spike
Piercing holes into your raft of life
Can I take it back?
—The knife, the spike, the destructive burn I mean
…Not the love
Never the love!
That part writes my breath & pulse
To share rhythms with your own
The truest part of love
Means to lift & heal
The part of love that smiles your days
(Is there not some of that
in my professions sent your way?)
Might that part remain?
But the scalpel…can we discard the cuts
From our shared existence?
That precious red should not be shed
It should remain
Safe
At peace
Inside the hearts we hold
Can I take back
The pain & sorrow?
Can I erase it?
My love never wants to pierce your heart again