A/N: Huge and many thanks to Isca, for their unwavering support of my writing.


Kiss-Cut

I'm going to give you all the violets
That I harvest from the grain, and when I
Crush you between my palms you leap like dolphins, maybe

I'm going to measure each breath taken
And cull the ones I like, and when I
Kiss-cut every vertebrae, I'll mark you as my baby

If I want you I won't warn you
With my kiss-cuts I'll adorn you
Yes, these kiss-cuts are bound to make you hate me

I'm going to stalk you like a starfish
Of sparse bucolic fields, because your
Lips look so like ankles, can I drag them, baby?

I'm going to pierce your tongue and fit it
With a lunar tracking ring so I can
Watch you when you're wasted and forget you can't sing "baby"

If I want you I won't warn you
With my kiss-cuts I'll adorn you
Yes, these kiss-cuts are bound to make you hate me

Put the violets on the chopping block
Let the battle axe do its thing
Put the violets on the chopping block
You forget, luv, that you can't sing