Anonymous 776

Little dark girl with kind eyes
when it comes time to use the knife
I won’t flinch and i won’t blame you,
as I drive along the shore-alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won’t blame you, instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had and how I
offered you what was left of me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you the light in the window
your records, your books
our morning coffee, our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together sleeping
the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever
your leg my leg, your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth of you
who made me laugh again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no knife. the knife is
mine and i won’t use it yet.