Each Little Cut Poem by James McLain

Pastor she says, that each little cut
if but i say it to you
can you not at least try them on
if i could only but see it your,
face right through them
you look in to my eyes
lips so remarkably flushed and livid,
again once again brought alive
as likened it moves forwards,
happy 'your face
when it glows
your cheeks so full, ripe and ready
and my head, 'how it spins
when with you,
what they then try to do
and you never speaking, but why,
i do what you want me to do
when you do what you do to me
all the time
and the full shock of it
when i rub it, and rub it until
all around it
smaller each circle it grows
until
you have good reason
to cry
and wiping the tears off
your face
through them, i see it
and cut as you, their you are
returned to me looking i see, unopened
it is hard to restore it or close
each one, red open rose
when you blow
like you do
on the tip of my nose
as i do,
too you what you told me to do,
and straying, you cry once again.