Surgery

Our suckled wants

lay exposed on metal,

where surgeons’ tools

reveal their bleeding truth

 

Synthetic light

glares upon open breasts

Her ersatz smile,

pierced by love’s incision

 

Through stagnant days

I see you watching and

waiting for my fear

to end this surgery.

 

Your skin I cut through while

I search for proof.

Will I dig deep

enough to find your heart?