Sharp

Dander, down,
The wisps of fur beneath her arms,
The scent of sweat, deodorant,
And hint of something vaguely cardamon.

The night's narcotic,
Needle cold.
It steals upon and over,
Steals until your sense is absent,
Till your breath is gone.

When you strung the scarlet thread
To mark your way,
You never thought it might not hold,
A man might don a razor,
Teeth,
Delightfully frozen,
Penetrating sweet,

- 5/12/26

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