By way of cold steel
Cold Damascus Steel
Sunsets in Damascus
With the steel blade
The cold
steel blade
Press it to your lips
Then to my throat
Then to my gums
Then into my face
Leave your mark
Push the cold Damascus steel
into my chest.
Watch the red spring ooze
around the cold steel blade
Watch with intent
Show me the fire in your eyes
I’m an arsonist
drawn to your flame.
-Dorian. C. Major
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