Reflection of your
profile in veiled threat
appears solemnly. I
come down as a hawk to
make my ****.

Lines on forehead were
etched very deep. More possessive,
I wanted every inch-
of your space.

Juxtaposed, I bring
my ghost writing art to surface
to understand your drawing power.

Clouds were creeping
towards the moon. Would not be able
to decide for once, who had-
the irresistible charm. I was
freaking out.

My life had been a reverse print.
The watcher had become
the watched. You were the victor
I was the game.