It was lent to me
from the jaguar’s eyes
met in a turning glance;
and in her walk – her shoulders –
before me, like spades traversing earth.
This, the corporeal unsheathed edge
extending my reach –
this, the rapier accrued to me,
wheeled high overhead.
2007 Suzanne Bronson
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