The knife

I let you pass a little too deep
The knife I was supported on.

You passed my skin,
quickened by blood.
Scraping my bone,
I accepted the steel.
Splitting my muscle, open my tissue;
Arriving and breaching
my deepest and thickest vein.

Even Deeper still I helped you in.
Giving instructions to guide you; I sung you in,
To internalize your way; to eternalize your way.
You may be very keen,
To some a nerd, or a freak.
Still my sense is further unseen.

You touched to pierce my intelligence
My true identity,
You pushed against my fences.
And I love you for this.

These roots and branches, this tree.
It is real and not a dream.
someday you too will see.

now.
I sleep to wake you out of my breast,
You hungry, spark spreading dog.