Thoughts of a prey turned predator…
This is dedicated to commitment-phobes but feel free to interpret this in any way.
I can smell and taste your fears
Lingering in the vicinity’s air.
Your skin went pale & clammy,
Chill was present in the still air.
You jerked your head frantically,
Then droplets of thine sweat
Cascaded steadily from thy head
To thy ashened unnerved face.
You watched me with intensity
Akin to a terror-stricken predator
Prepared to sprint automatically
To reach for some secured harbor.
I scrutinized you with tranquility,
As your dark eyes tranfixed on me
Intimidation was definitely there.
What happened, Alpha male?
© 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com)