turn toward her

turn toward,
into,
the place,
the sensation,
where
the pain
is greatest

this
is the door

the parting of the ways
that seem
to con flict
op pose

in this very
meeting place
of sword and flesh,

is only
where the taking away of the sword
can
occur

how simple
to see
nothing will ever
cure
the pain of a knife
stuck in your back,


it must
be touched,

held
firmly
with all your will

a knife
of itself
does nothing at all
ever

not possible

only you 
put it here
or there
and tell yourself
it is death
or
it is life

'til this moment
i lived this lesson:

avoid conflict

and I see now
 it is but
the one requirement
necessary

to keep it

avoid
turn away
run
hide
pretend
lie
compensate
anethesize
distract

but do not
stick your head in the door,
unless you want hell...

the cards are tumbling
tumbling
tumbling

for here lives
the Queen,
the Ace,
the King
of Peace

touch
listen
to the call
of the wild, mad screamer

she just wants to be heard!
touch her

listen with everything you've got,
full attention
until she rests,
peacefully
in your arms

turn toward her

watch the noose
fall free
to the ground

the dance begins
when you lightly
stroke her cheek,

look her in the eye
and
really
listen