Slice into warm
flesh like the mango
bleeding soft,
bleeding sweet
red flesh sliced
neatly in precision.
And the soul
in rapture.

Someday, someday,
I feel like someday’s come and gone
Cause you moved on
But I fell running in the street
Skinning my knees
Trying to move on past you.
I don’t know where I went wrong
but I know I love you still.

Need to bleed
My soul like ink
On paper
And the scratch
Scratch the pen
Makes.
My soul
Is weary and needs
Lightening
Like the touch
Of fingers tracing
Cool figments
On too hot flesh.