Sharp Edges

Screaming at each other on a Fire Island beach
Our screams got tossed into waves topped with white.

This bout barely broke the tip of the iceberg.

I froze over just long enough for you to melt
Me down again with all the heat of rocking
Bodies in a studio bed in a rented cottage
In Cherry Grove.

But all that freezing and melting and freezing again
Left me hard and jagged-edged enough to make
Me think I would cut you with my edges when
You came too close.

And all the while you were glass on a beach
Glittering in the sunlight
Just begging me to walk all over you.