Like A Knife

She stands there
sharp,
like a knife,
cutting through the air
with her words and her body.

Her body is hard,
like a blade
jutting into my mind
cutting through my defenses
awakening forgotten desires.

My heart reaches out
with its' scarred fingers,
but there is fear.

She stands there
sharp,
like a knife,
but I am frozen
with the fear of being cut.
               The Wolf