Dancing on Blades

The gentle caressing of a sharpening stone
Our blades define to a nice sharp edge
With the gentle practice using our minds
Our tongues sharpen as well

I look into your eyes and other eyes flash in mine
Green grey, olive brown, oaken brown,
Crushed violet leaf green, the color of sun hitting a pond
And then back to yours a painters pallette
Of mosses and stones, of leafy greens
Mixed and pooled in your eyes

With a gentle grace I step forward
Used to the feeling of the biting pain
Lifting my leg back I step forward still
The dark crimson blooming as I dance
Step step, back, step step forward
Hands raised above my head
Head thrown back, grin plastered on my face

Those eyes dancing in front of mine
The eyes of lovers from the past
Back and forth we dance together
My ghosts and my future
Strengthening as my feet split open

Love is pain, love is art, love is such gorgeous colors
Greens and Grey's, browns and blacks, blues and purples
So gorgeous as the blade bites

Our feet are so sensitive and delicate
Yet all the pressure of our bodies weigh us down
Our connection to gravity to the very nature of Earth
Perfect love and perfect pain

Oh where do we go and what do we do when our connection is broken?
We repeat it in our minds over and over
Stomping our mind onto the blade of memory
Replayed kisses, replayed slaps and there it is
Our pain, our beauty, the very thing that makes us human

Stepping forward, my feet quicken
All the eyes mesh into one
Becoming the earth in my mind
Forward and straight gorgeous
To love is pain, to remember is pain
Our minds in and of itself a dance on memory's blade