poetry by Phil Benton
Breath cut short with every turn,
The blade’s relentless slither true.
Scarlet ooze trails through the furrow,
Shades of grey lie in the wake.
Heart once blushing, warm in love’s glow,
Cowers trembling, dreading the end.
Light fading, flickering, dimming,
As the blade’s path becomes clear.
Pleas for mercy muted by reason,
Fall like silent snow, melting.
The blade’s edge gains momentum,
As love releases its flailing grip.
Heart once proud, bursting with lust,
Sighs in defeat and lies down to rest.
Resigned to breathless waiting,
For love to come home.