Sunday, 7 March 2021

Hidden

What do I owe you
My heart, my soul
Thieving bastard you are
Hiding in the dark
Moving things quietly
Tiptoeing, unseen by me
But, oh, I see you
I can feel your arms caressing me
I shiver in pain, You smile
Fear creeps in, You laugh
A light in the dark, Your face changes
A hand through the tunnel, You flee