your weapon of choice, fantasies
and secrets clothed in roses. They fell
at my feet and I scooped them up,
dried and saved the petals, pressed
each blade between my lips as though
a kiss could change the truth. That scent
I tasted again and again, I'd gladly
have given my tongue to the velvet-
wrapped steel because it came from you.
I learned to savor the shredding sting,
stronger as I knew that all too soon
I'd have to run out of your reach.
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