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)



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