< to a blade Jon Bohrn (1998)

to a blade

 

I am fond of you, in a way

light-gleaming, razor-edge

stiletto-grace point

balanced delicate in my palm

weight shifting gently

a dancer

a bird of prey

 

You hold your edge well

harsh carbon steel

honed to a stainless

well-piercing wedge

that cuts

paper thin

hair thin

so thin

i can't see

just feel you

cut

whisper thin

silent

 

So will you know

what you pierce

deliriously,

joyously

biting your way

through what

you

don't

care...

 

© Jon Bohrn (1998)

 

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