Free Fall
You’re a master
of meaning. Sharp
as a knife
your words
carve up
our tender union.
A bloodletting
that drains all desire.
Why do this?
What’s the purpose?
I’ll need a transfusion
before it’s over.
Or I can stand at the threshold, dangle off the precipice,
and
free
fall
in
the
freedom
of
being
alone.
