I am enamored by smoothed stone
marble polished to gleam
rocks washed of roughness
I want to take my edges and do that
dull them so they won't cut the unwary
rub them until they are safe
perhaps chase you away with the loss of my danger
I tell you I have skin like Arctic sea
as I take you burning inside of me
hazy, resilient
I see you as the waves of heat
that rise above the pavement
you quiet me thaw away at my doubts
until I spill puddles under you
in the reflective waves of silence you decipher and decode
this may read to you
as another one of my attempts to prove my lethality
but it's not
I only want to remind you
I am still sharp
that pieces of me still lay untested
that you should step lightly
have escape routes
best laid plans
higher ground
1 comment:
My response remains the same.
Duly note my love.
And maybe it is I who will polish your edges, make them gleam. Or perhaps sharpen them further to a razor’s edge. In any case you will not chase me away. As a man more clever then me once said “owning everything I have nowhere to go”.
Escape plans and safety valves are for the weak or those who hedge their bets, those who aren’t willing to go all in. you know where I stand in that regard.
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