A quick dance of blades, a whisper through fabric, leaving behind a mark that speaks more than it says.

You place your trust and security in me. I give you peace; you can close your eyes and sleep. Though winds and rains assault my face, I cover you with my embrace. You only have the key to my inner parts. I will never leave you, but you may depart.

one of three, in part of the count. taking all ten, with a single throw. done to a match, to get it lit. shaking hands, due to finalizing a deal. walking out on work, to afford to live.

I hurt without my last Drop my second and I loosen you up Lose my third, I take your breath away Without my first I just ain't the same I mask some, I protect some. I give form to your imaginations

Throw me over your shoulder for good luck. Rub me into a wound if you want to make a point. Or just add me to your meal to bring out the flavors.