The Chainsaw

It is an erotic instrument.

Iron-toothed phallus, half machine

and half crazed beast,

snarling heavy in my hands.

Into all things it sinks like flesh

oily slobber on the hardwood

heat that pulses, leaves me aching

the next stifling summer morning.

For what is more wickedly tantalizing

than the weight of metal

with the power to take a life?

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