The nearness of us
makes my chest tighten,
wary of a smile
like serpent,
like venom.
I refuse to
retrace the path,
wait for the thrill.
Hunt and reward,
I am never the hunter
only the kill.
My veins twitch
waiting for
soft footsteps.
Pulse like a shadow
keeps me still as silence.
but you must wait
if you want to
make me
your kill again.