Cut

Each time we make love
It is like an incision.
It doesn’t make sense.

I would understand
if it felt like a puncture
a stab, a piercing.

After all, that’s sex.
Almost by definition
It is invasive.

But a cut? A gash?
Why should I feel it that way?
That I bleed from it.

Certainly fluid
comes from me; sweat, saliva,
liquid gush of cum.

Though plastered over
by pleasure. Almost drowned out,
it feels like a wound.

I swear, this keeps up
I am going to have scars.
Or worse, if cuts are
deep enough, long enough, My heart
will come right out. What then, Love?