Dance the razor

Slow turn reveals concealed blade
A line of cold erupting fire
A step away
The dull throb of crimson life spilling into silk
Pains breathe quickens
Cold erupts, flickered flame drips
Thin line of reflected light
Illumation
Twist
Spring
Coil
Desires bow made
Present
Drink you down like wine

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