• I pad along
    with steps of lead
    down the stifling halls.
    Laughter, and a din of voices fill my ears.
    I'm keeping my neck craned
    tip-toed, eyes darting
    wandering, wandering, wondering
    where the hell you are.

    A jolt

    and you're there
    and I turn
    and I wait
    for the nettles
    in
    my


    heart




    to







    die.













    Silence.

    Save for the noise and animals around.

    And I sneak a glance at you
    once more.
    You're fire. Beautiful, just
    so dangerous; smouldering, with
    the kind of eyes that could
    kill
    with a glance. Beautiful, the way
    you dance, and the way
    you move, and the way
    you strut. Beautiful, like the holes
    you're burning in
    my chest
    as I
    watch.

    And I watch
    and watch
    and watch.








    'Till the crowd swallows you whole
    and nothing is left.

    Save the noise and animals around.






    And I am left in a sea of heat and sweat,
    and oversized clothes
    and the guilt of staring
    in ways
    I
    shouldn't.