I could regale you with details from my trip to sin city and the beach. Share images of debauchery and devilishness.
I could, but I won’t.
Not today. Today, I want to talk about edges. I want to talk about the fine line we walk when we indulge ourselves. The places where life comes to a point sharp enough to draw blood. The moments of clarity so striking that they contrast harshly with the stills making up the rest of our lives. Places of pivots. Joy. Guilt. Edges.
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I have a large collection of edged weapons. Rapier, damascus knife, sword-breaker, dagger, gladiator sword. The knife and dagger have sharp edges, the swords less so – but all are dangerous if not handled correctly. You risk cutting yourself and those near you. The same is true for the way we wield our weapons of words, touches, and company. Sometimes we cut so quickly and without thought that the marks we leave don’t show for days, weeks, or years.
I like to play with naked blades. My prey blindfolded and bared, the icy tickle of a sharp edge along the edge of the neck, up across the inner thigh, just against a nipple. Cold, sharp, it awakens nerve endings. The promise held in the edge is enough to stir breasts to rise, breathing to quicken, and a body to shiver.
It is the threat that holds promise, not the cutting. But there other edges, aside from steel.
Lust
Lust is a finely honed knife; if you’re not careful it can cut deeply; and if you are careful…it can cut even deeper. It is the edge on which I most often experience my life upon.
The right blade, of course, requires the right sheathe.
Love
Was ever there so tempestuous a place to live? Dwell too long in its’ embrace and without it you become lost. Love has its’ own edge. Twin blades of jealousy and need.
Danger
Adrenaline driven acts. Pulse-setting seconds in which you taste both fear and joy in the same breath.
Sky-diving. Affairs. Bungee jumping. One-night stands. Bar room brawls. Self-awareness (perhaps the most dangerous of them all).
They all hold an element of risk. To each person, some dangers are abhorrent, while others tantalizing. The secret of knowing which appeals to each person is a key to understanding them.
One person’s sharp edge is another’s dull one. Intriguing to discern which edges will cut. And finding out which edges cut you isn’t always what you expected to find. The ones you thought would cut the deepest often glance off the skin. And the ones that sneak up and slice deep were the most inconspicuous ones.