Sharp

Like a good pair of scissors.
Flash and snip, and get the job done with economy
And beauty. There's a beauty too, in your pointed nose
And pixie face (that must have been, when you were a child).
You spear incisive when others deride or deceive
I believe you omnipotent. Then there's your new wardrobe-
Superficial, but I noticed
You look sharp. As in Al Capone. In Baker boy hats and long tweed coats.
Though you were equally honed in your grey fleece, which I adore
And you've not given it up just yet.
Cuspate, cuspidate, apical. You seem to know everything and
Lead people through the toughest questions
with the alacrity of a blade edge gleaming against silk.
Salient and keen.