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A Painting Of A Blacksmith
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-36A Painting Of A Blacksmith The right arm drawn back and over his head, the left holding the tongs that bite the metal rod, the fire-tinged thing, waiting for the strike. The focus of the eyes, the set of the bicep, the flat stance of the legs and the solid, immutable grip of desire. There should be a word for the imagining of an echo, for when that hammer hits, when the need for shape is sent through an arm, for when the hammer calls and the hot metal answers, and the clang and shimmers go through the anvil into the boots. This is the painting I want you to dream of me at night: the breathless gasp right before the arm swings around, the knowing that you need only touch me and I will be hungry with fire, that you need only call me and I will ring red and sparking and true. ...