I watch you
You feel me, admit it
That tingling on your neck
Like someone tracing with a finger
That slides across your throat
I’m amused
You amuse me
So predictable are you
That desperate act of self-preservation
I have taken kings and lords
Babes from their mother’s breasts
Screaming, whimpering, silent
I take them all
But if running makes you feel better
Then who am I to stop you?
I’m a simple creature
I want for nothing
I’m a patient creature
I’ve all the time in the world
Which is more than I can say for you.
Sorry, too cliché?
I see that you’ve slowed down
Fatigued, you surrender
And as I approach
You look at me with eyes so full of tears
That if I had a heart
I may actually be touched
So close now
That I can feel your breath on my bones
And I whisper
“Not yet.”
