Ray Heinrich - Three Poems

i never thought
we'd get this romantic
as the sharp pieces slice neatly
making clean cuts
we are amazed 
by our red sheets flowing after us
by our hands 
still holding
our hands
still holding
some hope 
of us
continuing
as we continue 
falling through glass

#1  < together >

here we are

my limbs 
bound to yours
with packing tape

the fiberglass filaments
cutting into us

feeling
the slippery warmth 
of blood

waiting
for the numbness
to relieve

               - - -


#2  < science >

pressing the shock button

pulling the food cord

crawling
in the maze
of your body

again and again
(for statistical significance)

but never
agreeing
on the pain
or the orgasm

               - - -


#3  < to the point >

writing directly
on myself
captures the feeling

but the knife is dull

writing directly 
on you
my poem reaches
from lip to breast

now
my knife is sharp

I am still a little mad at you and
i lift your head and kiss your lips
and they taste of blood and the
glass is broken over the floor and
shines from some light but it's
dark in here and classical guitars
are coming through the window are
echoing their passion from years
ago but it feels like here those
notes and all this glass and all
the soft parts of us that need to
be gathered up and might as well be
collected in the stanzas of some
tragically romantic song because at
least that wouldn't make us seem so
small left here in our mess smeared
with each other unable to clean it up.