On Point

A finger blade I tried on while in Albuquerque on Friday. I was in a store with weapons from China.

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Hard and sweet
my precious blade
cut and leave the
sharpest slit.
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Cold the chill I
feel the heat of
sliced touches
you see fit.
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Metal mind like
stiff walls in
vein can cut and
leave a sting.
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For swift dreams
to kiss a crimson
slash I would
do anything.
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A steady throb
while you’re on
point and breathless
full of skies.
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Lipstick smeared
across my face
with a tinge of
pain as ego dies.
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by Felicia Lujan
5.25.2012
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