Emptiness crowds

into crevices once

overflowing with you —

all I know of love,

what it could be,

how it rises and falls

Secreting the blade

and hilt behind its back

while it parries and thrusts

leaving gashes

silky as red ribbons,

upon my soul,

all of it I learned from you.

Truth, staid and sticky

barges out of the shadows, clumsy

and blundering

forbidding my eyes to blink,

my head to turn.

You grip my face digging

your fingers into hollow cheeks

Forcing me to grant you Sainthood

instead of hating you

Oh, sweet relief,

permit me to deny

the wound and the knife,

allow me to worship

the dream I had of you

a little longer

I promise my heart

to sacrifice,

                                                                   if you would be


©Sandy Knight, 2020, All rights reserved. Image credit:Judith Redman


Published by Sandy Knight

Sandy Knight is a poet, photographer, musician, writer and author of the forthcoming books "You're Never Too Old To Be Notorious" a collection of short stories, and "Collect Yourself" a book of poetry.  Knight is a veteran of US Navy and The National Park Service, and holds a BS in Music Therapy from Maryville University, St Louis. When she's not traveling with her spouse, she resides in Northwest Arkansas where her neighbors might see her out on the front porch doing anything from roasting organic coffee beans to playing the banjo.

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