The 4 and the 5

Lay us on the operating table.
Take a scalpel
and make a neat incision.
Open the cut wide
and wider,
till it becomes a wound,
till you map all
our veins, arteries and feelings.
Rationalise our irrationalities.
Notice the heart beat quicken
and slow down,
'Without reason', you might say.
And in your careful patience and precision
the heart might stop altogether
and with it all this world.
And our lingering selves
scatter,
like the flutter of birds
after a gunshot,
groping for redemption.
But you'll still be there
Under the blinding light -
a silhouette of dreams
and of fears -
contemplating,
with a detached air,
the general nature of death.

Yamini:  i dont like that pillow case top

me:  oh no?

well i like her total persona

it's not just the clothes she's wearing

it's a certain elegance blending with a certain roughness

it's a morning shot

Yamini:  true that

me:  a hurried attempt at beauty

...

Yamini:  You are a knife and I am a spool of soft pink yarn

me:  basically you're sheep and i'm the razor that leaves you naked

Yamini:  you are the butcher

that

slits my throat

kris is the razor that leaves me naked and alone in the cold

while he is warm with my wool -- my love