Poetry The Cutthroat Songs Cutthroat #1 That slash on your throat, my love, was a vicious cut to my stony heart. When I saw you I knew you'd been hurt, though you'd survived my hand's gloved grasp. I was your enemy, and you loved me more than breath or life or truth. I knew you had kept a lover's dark faith, and would spurn love's shade for love. But now I know you better. Now I know that I was the romantic one, not you, that you were the hard-hearted lover who could wear the doubled red choker like a necklace of rubies brokered in love's true market, under cover. Read more "Cutthroat Songs "