I feel your eyes on me, sizing me — measuring me
Following every step by step, every stroke of pen
Watching me — stalker he, silently —
cat-and-mouse game, I’m done playin.’
Sits quietly, obscurely
behind the screen,
no profile seen —
Believing his key strokes left nary a trail
that would not seen by center eye.
Is he forgetting
that I’m tapped in,
and this little game is not his to win?
Hunter, huntress —
trudging through deep snow, me through warm sand.
Dark shadow and golden dagger
sharp thrust, proud swagger,
ancient dance beneath a ritual moon night
did no more than expose your plight.
Umbra, penumbra, abracadabra
one second distraction — touché, I won.
Chantress,
strange sounds — they talk to me,
in decibels — your life’s story.
So save us time,
Stop pretend shy
Here’s what to do so you won’t die.
The spell’s been cast, be washed in light
Let’s settle down for a long night.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love