The Way You Kill Me
a poem
a strangest notion from the blue
when once I questioned about you
asking when our souls are free
what it is you are to me
then and there, in that place
vision came of divine grace
a snapshot from another life
my path leading into your knife
such a thing to clearly see
two lives of heavy gravity
soldiers there on different sides
they'd never met— such a surprise
to be so killed beneath your blade
staring towards your nameless face
yet seeing there your soul so clear
confused as fuck to have you near
killing me the way you do
so intimate and gentle too
to wonder there with my last breath
I love them so -- how's that make sense?