The flame of my snick-blade kisses your neck
leaving soft welts on your sacred skin
And I laugh surprised
Your hooded eyes flare dawn-bright with anger
freezing over like the realms of Boreal
Moon-bright and churning
Your lips meet mine savage stripped of blades
The room ringing a shields clarion psalm
Your ageless virginal mask in sharp relief
when the blade kisses under my arm
and you bathe in my hearts-blood
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