Little Dagger

I have a little dagger
A little silver dagger with a pretty ebony handle
It reminds me of your eyes
See how I hold it like a martyrs relic
Religiously, reverently
Fine edge shining like the edge of forever
Your face in my hand
Lay the blade against your cheek
Like a kiss
It warms against your skin
Tracing the hollow of your neck
To the breathless point above your heart
Martyr, is your faith in me secure?
In perfect trust
Close your eyes and surrender
Falling back toward the precipice
Far away from the world

5/2011