The scalpel sharp and iodine at hand Peered we down upon the stenciled line Where with unsought desire close did stand Comradely favor, vaguely intertwined. To sever love from love was our sole task But in the cutting blundered, blinked and missed - Dropped the silver blade and stood aghast; Abashed like amateur anatomists. Determined still to consummate the rift (What hacks we were!) Each tore upon a side Until the violet flesh stretched taut and split Loosing on our hands a sanguine tide. But had those simple surgeons been more swift, Something between us might still exist.
~CRH 2012
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