is cut wide open by your lover
but you feel not the pain of the cutting
each honeycombed chamber a bleeding jewel
that could never have released this sweetness now
if left whole and inside a crimson shell that was stillness
till this lesson of division and release drowns all your seasons.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love is a cutting; sometimes we don't see it even as we bleed slowly.
- Category: Love
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