Knife-edged Love

If you are broken I might be enough

sun in my eyes blind me to what stands

stone grey sea rises and falls with my heart beat

worship me you say

cotton, polyester, wool,

fingers freeze

waves ride in relentless sea

wind in my hair

feet enclosed in fur lined boots

my worship is not enough

I stay hidden

next to my skin

chill at my breast

unceasing sea roll me over and over

sun warm on my eyes

grey white winter skin and hair

cotton polyester wool in layers keep me warm

food in my belly                love

what I want is fractured

knife edged love

chill freeze my fingers

rays caress me open

waves roll in       heaped spray spreads into sheets of foam

wind blows harder

knife marks your wound

why is it so hard to think about love

out of place nothing before me

no more skin exposed than lips and nose and icyfingertips

heat escapes      capillaries contract

sea slide up the beach bubble and roil

sun seeps through the cold

just like your words scar

other than as a mirror for you

what I want doesn’t exist

strip layer after layer,

expose my eskimo skin

waves roll and roll

role on

I bare myself for you

because I can imagine what I want

still chill on my heart

roll no gold line roll on

you are hundreds of miles away

will you do the same for me?