sharp and black, stretched in curved lines
till midnight loses its conscience
in smooth, silky sheets
lips bite the air in a pleasure prayer
enough to stick the heel till pain erupts
to heavens
till no tomorrow has a sense
of sorrow…
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” Stiletto ..” with its Hitchcockian imminent menace , is poetically short , sharp and to the point !
Thank you so warmly, Louis Kasatkin!
Incisive and lucidly told.
Thank you so much, gopallahiri!!!