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My gift to you

My gift to you
Tempered in the
Fires of our lust,
Wrought against the
Anvil of our passion.
Naked hands
Blister as fingers
Curl around
The glowing haft.
Blade held aloft
Before my eyes.
Glowing iron
Dries my tears.
Then pressed down,
Slipped through ribs
To kiss
My beating heart.
My gift to you,
To etch your name
Upon a field
Of scars.
I turn to you
Face racked with pain
Searching for
Your smile.
But you see
My gift to you.
Sigh,
And turn away.
My gift to you,
Unasked for,
But given.
My gift to you
Left
The most precious scar

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