Blacksmith & Engraver
I. Scorched
by a whisper unspoken;
burned on lips - a script
wanting but unbroken.
A muse unused.
A lie, a truth, a vocal noose;
a tongue or knot,
a voice defused.
II. Forged
Melted in extreme heat
and passion
of locking eyes that become
piercing swords,
of which a thousand shields
could not guard the soul.
III. Reigns and Fire
When I ask you to stop
and you respond
by going faster,
it reminds me of nothing.
The grin, the shallow eye;
you contest me
lovingly
You disregard my request
with utter certainty,
that you know what's best.
I refuse to see defeat
by any other contender.
by Jody Pratt
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