Dear Reader,
I reach for you,
grasping at air:
silently curl
my fingers back
to my safe side,
our bright eyes drenched
in this sun-bathed
blue boulevard -
your taut heels grate
against rocky pavement:
entrenched in doubt.
my starry-eyes
dance along your
venusian edges
beneath the sun:
shall I watch you
from up too close
or from afar?
those hair brambles -
verdant spring weeds
dangling down
your shining back
are tangled up:
too kindred to
my misery.
eyes darting the
newspaper page -
here I will sit,
do not look back:
I await, awe-
stricken by all
of your pieces.
pick up yourself
from below the
ivy dungeons
where lost souls go
to hide away -
I discern a
touch of feline
fear and goosebumps
sitting in your
throat - begone
me not! I know
my chivalrous
purpose is but
to watch color
drain from your face.
pick up your pace -
I will still be
grinning madly
behind my leaf,
maintaining my
watch and my ground.
cross the bleak road
over yonder!
pass my dreary
sun-soaked eyes!
beneath these shiny
wide-eyed eye lids
you will live free
forever in
my twisted mind.
Sincerely,
Your Stalker
I reach for you,
grasping at air:
silently curl
my fingers back
to my safe side,
our bright eyes drenched
in this sun-bathed
blue boulevard -
your taut heels grate
against rocky pavement:
entrenched in doubt.
my starry-eyes
dance along your
venusian edges
beneath the sun:
shall I watch you
from up too close
or from afar?
those hair brambles -
verdant spring weeds
dangling down
your shining back
are tangled up:
too kindred to
my misery.
eyes darting the
newspaper page -
here I will sit,
do not look back:
I await, awe-
stricken by all
of your pieces.
pick up yourself
from below the
ivy dungeons
where lost souls go
to hide away -
I discern a
touch of feline
fear and goosebumps
sitting in your
throat - begone
me not! I know
my chivalrous
purpose is but
to watch color
drain from your face.
pick up your pace -
I will still be
grinning madly
behind my leaf,
maintaining my
watch and my ground.
cross the bleak road
over yonder!
pass my dreary
sun-soaked eyes!
beneath these shiny
wide-eyed eye lids
you will live free
forever in
my twisted mind.
Sincerely,
Your Stalker