Tuesday Night Post #16

Burning Wicks,

I hope you enjoy this short but sweet one.

-DBL

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Keen Edge

Yes I feel like a child always finding my gaze

Settled on to things in amazement

Heroes exist in a cross between confusion and hope

A new one walks in front

In interest my eye waits to unveil

Sweat and heat a forge’s your conceit

Shoulder square round and taut

Arms that hammer bend and hold

Stands higher than any man, alone

Loving your dirty work

Working in the bodies mirth

I haven’t had time to investigate

This maker’s hand

From atop going down the slowin starts

First I take some time to slide

Into stern but coolin blue eyes

Complimented by the soot and skin

Then the arms that bare

I lose my place in the thoughts of strength

And what equals the forming of this flesh

Nothing past the waist below

The power I love is the fatigue in muscle

Long and lean a dancers soul

This one's love is in the coals

Melting metal in the hand

Owning it on an anvil

Queer behavior 
Hardens as it cools

Lay it down
With this sight
You hold me down

Your authority

The only one for me 
If I had a choice


She is a work of pure beauty

A maker skin in the red 

Always giving more than is said

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