Top Hat Logic

Hands up,
In tears and in surrender—
Rapprochement—
And then you stab me,
Deep and in the liver,
Irrevocable and forever,
Hot and searing,
dripstream
Down my back,
Down my leg,
Down and down and down
The life which you have stolen and also made,
And then no anger,
Only cold,
And then it’s warm,
And I feel old.
I feel nothing;
I feel you,
Just touch me,
Just one more time.