Stalking much?A Poem by Elise AntonWhen you can only look...Hid behind a book like some scene living the pages of a magazine as you walked by so close I could have touched your prose or at the very least looked up … a temporary hook-up.
Two short blacks extra sugar, six cigarettes a trigger fifty odd pages turned as my mind churned and that thing, welling up into a mental pile-up.
"Hello." I said it to your back half expecting you'd react and feel my voice and turn seeing the pages burn.
Stalking much? Nuh. Just once in every while needing to beguile just-enough and always eyeing your passing phrase.
Today luck and a suited stranger brought clear and present danger within the shortest distance, … a moment of resistance.
May well have been a scene within until I turned the page, my every sense a rage and realized you were real … the stuff I like to steal. © 2016 Elise AntonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorElise AntonAustraliaAboutHello from downunder! I am one of those people who can just sit and write. It's like breathing for me. I've never shared and never published. It was my thing, my escape, my therapy... I have two so.. more..Writing
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