You tear the darkness off me exposing my underside
The softness of your touch contradicts your glances
Hold your breath
Seas separating, leaving emptiness behind
Our waves of consciousness ebb and flow keeping me awake
Can you hear them?
Suffering in silence without uttering the safety word
Onlookers’ eyes wordlessly flicker bitter tasting happiness
Hold my hair and adjust the fallbeil to severe it fully
Rushing to the floor, the feeling goes
Numb and content, a job well done.
(J. Smith, 2010)
