The Rapier's Nature

We are the sharp stinging tip of
two rapiers, the long naked
cutting edge, bejeweled
hilt in opal and wet coral
hand polished, reflecting
one another's lust in a coated
mirror dancing in colored
patterns as fever moves across skin,

a longing for those pretty
lights like babbling babies, unsheathed
and singing sad ballads on
the midnight air, swinging
in perfect swoosh,

but no caress comes, rapiers
slash, rapiers cut and clang, darling,
they are only beautiful lying still
silently encased, sleeping in
whispers and voicelessness,

always salivating touch,
strategizing touch, the lanky
blade reaches out pining, ravenous
even,
but remember,
a rapier only knows how to sting.

TA