By Jack Joseph Smith
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Sweet makes love feel murderous and terrified, where slight of hand, beheading, and the denied power of birth turn intimacy into a struggle over reality.
The poem refuses to keep dream and waking apart, insisting that the threat is as real as anyone wants it to be. Love is described as horror before it is described as attachment, and the spinning gesture makes violence look effortless. The claim about birth suggests a deprivation so old that fear now feels like the only inheritance.
'Sweet': the horror of love not in a dream; 'I'll just spin / And take your head off / with my slight of hand.' Not glory, not wonder, just fear — the power of birth because 'you had none / From the day of which / You came from.'