The Black Thread on the Heart by Joe Reid Kirby III
Sell me your soul …
Let me lick your mind …
I can only afford to pay you with my attention & time …
Mail your brain to the clouds …
Cut a slit in your chest …
Place the knife in my hands …
& I’ll do the rest …
Do you trust me?
Good.
I won’t say that you should …
But if I were you I would …
Although I could kill you …
I could.
But I’ll take my time as I reach into your heart …
Even though it’s hard to concentrate when those breasts spread apart …
I can see where it hurts …
Allow my fingers to heal …
Let me know when you can feel the pain that I feel …
Now that your blood’s on my hands …
You can see that it’s real …
But don’t die on me baby,
I have no intentions to kill …
Breathe out as I make this incision,
To the chamber on the right …
& drain any doubt that may be left …
I could steal your heart right now,
But what good is theft?
When you murder the one you claim to love,
You’ll have to die too,
To see the heavens above …
However, I want paradise right now & right here …
If you’re scared baby,
Look into my eyes …
That’s the only place you won’t see fear …
& don’t be afraid to release that tear …
Pour those emotions out,
& stop trying to push what makes us human to the rear …
Water is what makes those two windows clear …
Hold still my love,
As I grab the needle & thread …
To sew back up the parts of your heart where you’ve bled …
Each time I stick you,
I can feel your stomach contract …
& it looks so familiar when your eyes roll to the back …
Pain is a great reminder of pleasure …
Remembering the importance of collecting good times as treasure …
Knotting off the black thread,
& then biting the end …
I’m no doctor …
But a good heart I can mend.
~ Joe Reid Kirby III 10/15/17
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