sometimes its fun to be hunted
to be haunted
and then turn it all around
and look at it from someone else's point of view
and suprise them with a new set of aye's
for the situation,
and turn the game between two,
exponential...
finding myself both the hunter
and the hunted,
staring myself in the space,
until i figure out where to leave space
for a lover.

and the perfect hands
wrapped around my
neck.