She,
my cutter,
my body, her cutting board
sliced by tongue and fingernail,
any handy human implement,
she sculpts me to
her eye's reconfiguring delight
she,
grabs my wrist,
and my face
in her hands grasp-embraced
unblemished once,
now becomes all scarred tissued,
no guise, no lies, no bearded mask,
no disguise - all forsaken
hidden hardened skin,
speckled red/white translucent,
she kisses with adoration her
heart designed
objet d'art
no better blade than she,
with every cut,
transformed, she becomes
my devotee,
I, her escapee,
I am her, she is me,
inseparable, my every command,
she obeys
for our love
cuts both ways