Spirit-Forged Links

Lay the iron flat
and hammer till you make
your first impression,
An iron kiss,
A wistful night on the town,
With ruby lips
and a stare as hard as granite
with fingers round a cross.

Dip the iron in heat
and watch it glow
red as a blush, as soft 
as words and twice as painful, 
Just when things seem to melt, 
dripping through blistered fingers,
The lingering fires 
hiss in the pool of water.

Bend the iron around,
Curving to catch you in a circle,
A spinning mass hammered
together, you add another link
to the chain and feign like
you’re not thinking on the fly,
And cry molten tears
through the spirit-forged fetters.

The End

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