Hone the Blade
Delicate thought-streams unfold
like a crane to a flat piece of paper.
That something so exquisite
could come to life in this dead place.
Writing my lover's name with bloody fingers;
waiting for you to hone another blade for me.
Copyright © Greta Veranes-Kitts | Year Posted 2011
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