The scalpel glints within
Your excited and quivering hand.
It matches mine with its
Crimson drips of coagulated
Sanguine bliss.
Piles of crumpled dermal oaths
Litter our altar, our bed.
Names pass impassioned lips
As the blades dig to bone,
Sinew and marrow.
Muscles pulse in orgiastic
Spastic twitches with each
Tender passing of our steel
Sliced and shorn,
Expressions of sincereity and love.
From our self-imposed racks
We shall finally see
Through each other's eye.
Reaching inside of you,
I leave the pieces of
Me that are worthy
Of your glory.
You will replace all
The cancerous parts
Still inside of me.
As the entrails braid and fall
From our sacred operating table,
My bared heart beats against
Yours in the whole of us.
Peel the skin from our third eye
So the new heights
We might attain.
Icarus touched the sun
And so we can too,
Through our loving pain. |
Submission Name: Mutual Surgery
