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Music rises, clambers from a cloudy corner Where lights glitter and flick, A beast, the blazing rainbows of rebellion. Dim room tilts torrid with dancing, Sweltering with fevered friction Amid explorations of soft landscapes. Without giving me time to forget my fear, She perches beside me on the loveseat, A long hot lick of flame burns the length of me, Tanned legs smooth, cunningly revealed By an indifferent scrap of cloth she may, Or may not, believe is a cogent garment. Red hair glowing in the dim light, Blue eyes sly as fairy tales, Her fingers brush my thigh, so ephemeral, Yet I startle as if she drives Flaked obsidian knives into my bones. She leans in, kisses me on my mouth, A more intimate dance in time with the music Than I have yet performed on a crowded stage. With an enigmatic and terrifying smile The red-shoulder hawk soars away, Leaving me after one narcotic kiss. Bound with intricate shackles of shyness I thirst for her to return and scald my soul Again and again with

I see the way she creeps and crawls in the corner of my eye, flinching at the sight of her own reflection, sometimes she sighs and hisses at the things I say and do and on a few rare occasions we’ve even had an agreeable conversation, but mostly she just keeps quiet, she follows me around and she (and this is what I hate most) STARES her eyes are everywhere, fixated on me, her unspeakable stare finds me from every shiny surface, I can’t make myself look away and this is when I know – I just know – she will be the one to end me my psyche deteriorates bit by little bit from knowing that she will be the end of me, but she refuses to tell me when or how, it is a wholly disintegrating experience to wake up with her every morning and take myself to bed each night