Sword. (Revised).

I raise your Samurai sword.
Unlikely as it seems, I admire the feel of it,
The heft of it,
Weight subtly balanced to your strength,
The dance of intuition
So dominant in your mind.

Only you can master it,
Float it on the air,
Float it like a whisper,
A wordless, wistful sigh.
It is not tarnished with deceit.
It seems a force of nature.

I love the fierceness of it,
The elegance of cold steel
That can slice an infants hair,
Cut a man in two.
The balance is almost perfect,
Allied to your steadfastness,

Just like our bitter sweet love.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 3rd. - 4th. 2017.