The knife

Please, go quickly,
go take the knife
hidden in the secret drawer,
take it by the butt,
gently,
and come,
come quickly,
come stab me with it.

Sink that warm blade in my bare tummy,
twist it crazy,
let viscera rip,
slash arteries of blue.

Do not doubt,
thrust it deep,
let the tip of the blade come across,
fountainlike,
through my back.

Please, oh please,
carve a wonderful tunnel,
so wide you could place your hand,
your whole arm,
your whole cold-stricken heart.

And kiss my lips
to say goodbye,
kiss them shut
to say goodbye,
and kiss that iron blade that gave me death,
for without you
I do not want to stay alive.