Body Language

Are you even listening anymore?

I see you bending toward me, eyes positioned in a way that would indicate attentiveness.

Your body displays an open posture, with your arms relaxed and open, your hands are palms up as is to say you are not armed.

But, you are armed aren’t you? You have been building an incredible arsenal from a lifetime of slights.

You are wise and cautious. You would never show your hand, you would never let your plans fall into view until the exact moment you choose.

Then with a simple quip about a long forgotten moment, a moment clearly not dismissed nor discussed since the time fell into your holster. You strike.. the battle is not joined, it is a calculated slaughter.

Just when a moment for intimate revelry descends like a harvest moon, calling the field hands to the barn, it’s gone.

Are you even listening? Was the last thing I heard as the last thimble of us, was toppled.