SALLY K. LEHMAN

It's cold at first


It's cold at first
The metal as it touches the surface
Until slowly the heat of the skin
The heat of the steady
Pulse beat
Warms the blade
Marvelous indisputably
How much heat can come from a wrist
How quickly it can shift
From the body to the alloy
Of course the voices in your head,
The ones that put the blade there
In the first place,
Remind that it would warm
Faster covered in red
Faster if the skin would split
Faster should the blue pulse point
Open to the cold steel
But the smooth edge simply
Continues its unvarying although useless
Path for the moment
2003 Sally K. Lehman

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