Weapons

They’re weapons:

your eyes, your lips,

the violent curve of your legs.

 

It’s a weapon your smile,

that nose

and your lashing blades of hair.

 

They’re weapons:

your freckles, that laugh,

and the chilling kiss of your breath.

 

And I’m stunned;

ambushed and outnumbered

shaking from the thrill of them all.

 

May 13th 2011

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