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Why are you unafraid?

A shallow slice aimed at your flesh

exposed in a dare.

Amid my fear and frustration,

helpless and blind

not knowing

the likes of you.

Come, little one

do it.

Cut me now.

I will not hold your hands

or fend off attack.

Feeble at best

I can not,

I will not

slice the life from you.

It is easier

knowing my love,

not enough trust

is all I have to give.

Why do you sit patiently

waiting to accept the blade

with the point turned on me?

Wanting my trust of

not leaving me

an amputee

when I least expect.

Why do you tell me

you have no need of a knife?

Why do you tell me with such intensity

you have all the time in the world

to wait for my surrender?

Why in all these breaths

do you tell me I cannot have you

the way I want you

when you are willing to wait,

understanding

my hesitation?

Steadfast you are

in your knowledge.

Gazing my soul

tying a cord

to your patience

and the means to guide me home,

knowing the knot will not slip.

Why do you want from me?

Why is never the question.

Why never really matters.

Questions behind the questions…

Does the why

question your integrity

imply non acceptance

of who you are

and intent?

You seem sure

on that which you want from me.

That I can.

That I will.

That you will be here when I do.

That I will offer it to you first.

You already know when,

you are the one

I must return

for the sacrificial offering.

This time, unafraid

the risk

of bloodletting,

and cuts in my tender flesh.

You take heavy odds in your favor.

What is the point in waiting

for nothing,

for no return

on the challenge

of your investment.

Just because?

What happens then

without my fear

and a blade without blood?

Now I play on the board you

skilfully lay before me

with pieces of your choosing.

You see I must,

you know I must.

You count on it now,

I must know.

I must….