drive me to where

point meets edge

half-excited 

half-scared

 

mind traces 

conversation

following the trail

to exactly how we get here

 

recording every moment

for later release

for those times

we lose intimacy

 

voice mouthing a script

from somewhere else

that only sounds 

half like ourselves

 

keeping ourselves safe

most of our lives

there’s a time when

we take out the knives

 

something reptile

deep inside 

demands this passion

this violence in our lives

 

folding back 

into ourselves

we push back something

we feel too intense

 

reliving it cold again and again

turning it over

on boring days

it eludes all sense