What fiery blade can I shove down my throat,
to pierce what lives inside me—
separate from all else?

Show me the blade.
I will swallow it whole.

To slice open my body,
and rip out my soul,
to sacrifice it on the altar of the whole.

To do no more than chime,
like chirping bells,
to be no more
than a wave in the river of hell.

We are holding each other still.
What has been is what will be.
I am yours, and you are mine,
for eternity.