there is a bluff that overlooks a delicate tide,
i am waiting…
the bare-shouldered assassin draws near.
her eyes are muted dreams,
the color of holy creekstone.
now i remember her ways
as i scramble over the cool-frost ground.
she is coming to take me…
i have fought the balance of her trembling smile.
it took me over.
i have scaled her barb wire kisses
they melt me.
her words have song-like power,
i am a dervish in her dance.
the tipping point now comes
at the edge of her spear.
she thrusts it into my heart
and like the sun-dried rain she disappears…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/13/12
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