Anticipating

Your eyes like embers,

Soldering in the half light,

Of candles and shadow,

 

The hair on my neck prickles,

To feel the warning,

Of your gaze,

 

On the peripherals of the room,

Your metaphors like tigers,

Waiting to pounce.

 

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