She passed the blade
across one finger;
and raised a shaped arch.

Danger and beauty,
in one sweet tip,
she passed the blade.

She passed the blade
down the white finger,
towards the bitten end.

Towards the bitten end,
where exams had left
their mark. She passed the blade

She passed the blade
to me I took it
slipped it into the drawer.

And breathed at her.

She lowered her shaped arch
And showed the missed hairs,
And ran outside
barefoot and sulky.