Brialee Turner

Orange, metal, flesh:
the smell of wood.
a copy to add to the metal ring.
he shakes my hand.

Auburn, iron, papercut:
the warmth of his smile.
the bite in his words.
I realize I will only meet him once.

Heat, ice, oxytocin:
a fire starts in my heart.
I think he has unlocked the key to wonder.
separate bodies all connected.

Spice, water, blood:
an encounter unexpected,
refreshes my vision,
let me mark myself with your redness.

Don’t let this crisp cut of reality
become a rusty snag,
Tetanus is an ugly
and infectious
inconvenience.