I pull the black dagger

From my heart

The weight of my armour

Now a fluid mercury 

Not a poison to me 

A release 

 

I steep to one knee

Chest free

A pour of soft gold down your slender arm

Sheds the silver mercury away 

Fills the wound that I 

Cast upon myself 

 

Your fingers brush me

As though they are lillies in my garden of Eden 

Lustful inhale of your scent

Rises me to my feet

 

No dagger

No armour

No wound

I am free to caress my bird of grace 

 

I stare into your dark eyes

Capturing all that is beautiful 

For it is in the darkness lies your beauty

Your light

An existence of compassion existing

Inside of me, inside of you

And it is with the soft embrace of souls

I say

 

I’m sorry

 

My eight-letter woman-of-wonder

I’m sorry.