Evviva ‘il Coltello

hollow throated marvels
sharp as a keen knife’s edge

immortality bearing blade
washed in crimson sweetness
succulent
lush
with the promise of forever

exploding fire on the stage
each shard a voice
each voice a wonder
and I am caught
in this spider’s web
longing
to be burned.

my heart, knowing well the blade
I give to them
in praise
to sate a hunger
that binds us both.

Their voices a labyrinth
sharper than the knife that made them
sharper than this heart that bleeds
brighter than glory.

(by G. Krasskova)