Cliffhanger

You’re a master 
of meaning. Sharp 
as a knife 
your words carve
up our tender
union. A bloodletting
that drains desire. 
Why do this? What’s the purpose? 
I’ll need a transfusion
before it’s over. Or I can stand
at the threshold, dangle off the precipice,
and
  free
fall
in
the
freedom
of
being

alone.