Unspoken
by Adrienne
You do not understand
the words that I say to you,
intruder. The language
that I am forced to speak
is oddly defunct, even to one
who speaks with grace
and nuance such as yours.
I shall have you if you
are not careful, so watch
your every wincing step.
I do not seek you at sunset.
I do not seek you when
thunder heralds my coming.
I do not seek you at all,
foolish stranger. You know.
So why is it that every time
I turn around, you are there
waiting to fall in a dead faint
or catch the tip of my sword?
Listen to your own ravings.
You're wiser than you think.
