Put a knife on my neck
and I’ll tell you how to cut and proceed.
Just don’t press too roughly,
or my soul might withdraw and bleed.
Put a knife on my neck
and I’ll allow you control.
Just don’t let me bleed too much
or I won’t bleed again for your touch.
Put a knife on my neck,
and I’ll show you how love is done.
Just don’t rest it on my heart,
or I will be endangered to depart.
Put a knife on my neck
and let me, for once, surrender—
to a human being like you.
Just don’t hide behind the blade,
and I won’t ache its touch anymore.
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