I could bleed easily for you
given the right motive;
if you hand me the knife
and tell me where to slice.
Press the button on the switchblade,
go to the bathroom and retrieve my razors,
hunt in the kitchen for the sharpest edge
and present them at the edge of my bed;
but be ready with bandages and iodine,
get the ambulance on speed dial just in case
I cut too deep and this presentation of love,
this acting out of devotion to you,
becomes a tragedy, for tragedy
is always wrapped so close to love
in any play you write with my blood.
Born at the tail end of the seventies in Northern Ireland, Colin Dardis is a poet, artist, and sometimes musician. He is the editor of Speech Therapy, an online zine focusing on poetry from Ireland and beyond. His first collection, 'left of soul' is available via lulu.com. Colin's work has been previously published in 34th Parallel, Fire, Stimulus Respond, Fuselit, Decanto, Revival, Blazevox, Gutter Eloquence and elsewhere. His poem 'Perhaps', won the EditRed.Com 2006 Writer's Choice Award for Poetry. Check out Colin's website at: http://lowlightsforlowlifes.weebly.com