Each Little Cut

Pastor she says, that each little cut if but i say it to you can you not at least try them on if i could only but see it your, face right through them you look in to my eyes lips so remarkably flushed and livid, again once again brought alive as likened it moves forwards, happy 'your face when it glows your cheeks so full, ripe and ready and my head, 'how it spins when with you, what they then try to do and you never speaking, but why, i do what you want me to do when you do what you do to me all the time and the full shock of it when i rub it, and rub it until all around it smaller each circle it grows until you have good reason to cry and wiping the tears off your face through them, i see it and cut as you, their you are returned to me looking i see, unopened it is hard to restore it or close each one, red open rose when you blow like you do on the tip of my nose as i do, too you what you told me to do, and straying, you cry once again.