|
| edge |
| who really knows you |
| mysterious stranger next door |
| those sharpsteelgray eyes |
| that miss nothing |
| crinkled ever-so-slightly |
| smiling your razorblade-edged, |
| so delicious, mysterious smile |
| And what do you do |
| those times I don't see you -- |
| sleek and defined, |
| your proud body could cut |
| the air I dare breathe in your sight |
| like a slender, |
| very sharp knife |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
