Savage Beauty, I Steel

A li'l poem I wrote (took me three days; kept fallin' asleep). Trying to capture what it feels like inside when I get stuck on someone's beauty. Not sure if I like it yet; I'll be able to tell ya in a few days or so.

Enjoy B-J

It starts with a glance, like a misfire grazing my cheek
I stop, like watches, caught in a moment of ambush
The cold cuts of a cool smile--- they hurt worse after
Beauty, a bayonet slipped between my ribs, pierces my heart
For the love of...

Coy cruelty, as the blade rips she empties barrel and clip
I reach, she withdraws, my slitted chest gaping, innermosts spraying
Mind crushed by the butts and blows of her reversed weaponry
Our eyes connect; she obliterates me with telepathy
I am flaw standing before perfection

But why? How have I warranted this onslaught?
How could my eyes have trespassed? She isn't made of glass
Still, I've invoked beauty's wrath... as she laughs...
And I realize, as she talons at my insides
She's really after my pride

She's worked me, searched, extracted iron ores of uncertainty
Molten steel left in the wake; she found out there was more to me
By this time, red-hot and formless, my inclination to leak away
But not yet, I can't allow her that satisfaction. Why?
...Because beauty fades, and so I stay

Return to cool solidity, as beauty loses its hold
And she wonders how she ever lost control; it's easy
She's young, fresh, beautiful... but love is old
I was often told, "All that glitters isn't gold"
Not to mention, I Steel prefer silver