Holding onto me firmly
with one hand;
and my heart softly with the other
I feel the gentle dot::::by::::dot perforation,
word by word,
seperate
with a delicate {tear}
each time I punish myself
by visiting you.


And although your strong, hollow hands
are capable
of the most tender acts of love......


They seem certain to screw me up
into a crumpled
piece
of
nothing
....that never existed.