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