Knives

Trace the circumference
of the base of my neck
The stock shivers
with what's left
of the thrust once she hits the target
Bullseye . . .
but if I were wise
I'd not play with knives.
as long as we're allies
you won't end up with one
between your eyes.
Oil up the stone
and start sharpening.
These shiny blades
became a part of me.
I'm not the only cat
on the cutting edge
that comes into this joint.
suit of armor
plenty
twenty
ways to make my point.