First Cut Is The Deepest Poem by Prince Kanokanga

Remembering that darling bite
First cut was the most intimate
A single wound errands into an indication
Completely unsuspecting
The indication appears familiar
Ruminations and impulses
Echoing of jolly, now;
I'm not breathing
Lost in a world hidden
Unknown personages appearing
Manifestations I can't comprehend
Leaving me in fear
Now memoirs au fait
Not even a little faint
It was a spectacle at sight
Could've been better later that night
But in spite of the time
The espy picture of love lavish
That intimate moment was definite
Unquestionable was the sole cut
That first wound bite.