Stalk
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Out of my mind
I can see your sly glances, the look of recognition. We make a silent, secret conspiracy as we play this game. My name whispers in the soft brush of your hair against your cheek; my taste lingers at your fingertips. I can't feel the heat of your desire from this distance, but I can see the haze of it rippling around you. You crave my attention, and you will turn towards it like a sunflower - helpless against your natural evolution. We orbit one another in a constant series of near collisions. I have your utmost wishes in my back pocket.

Do you ever tire of the clumsy dance we make? Will I be tossed aside casually when you find a better lover? When will your unknown caress go cold and be denied? I know my time draws shorter; my breath comes in lessening gasps. We are made of the same flesh you and I, but our conjoining is conspired against. We are traitors in a crumbling democracy of shame and fear.

Match your feet into my footsteps as I lead - as I follow the trail you yourself have led, and the spiral becomes an endless mandala of our mutual but unspoken obsession. Each hiding place I find still bears the warmth of your recent habitation. I look at you and I see my twin reflections in your wide eyes. They snap shut like a trap and hold me helpless; I bleed love letters in looping script until the pen runs dry.