Bare (Knife 2)

They found each other, two whispers in the dark.
Out of surprise, she plunged her dagger into his heart.
He grabbed her by the wrist, and looked her in the eye.
Dug his nails past the skin, made her twist the knife.

The blade danced as their feet went in sync.
Neither losing grip, in fear of release.
Eyes in line going straight to their souls.
Where it ends, the blood only knows.