Break in the Wheel
By Deborah Staab © 2001, All Rights Reserved.
but even as I hold you at bay
you take the tip of the blade into your mouth like a
nipple
and there is an ache in my breast that feels like
teeth.
You look at me all blue eyes and fluttering my pulse
and paint me purple like an Easter stole on celibate
shoulders.
The blade turns to sugar-candy in your mouth and I am
defenseless.
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