Guilty Thrill.

I pad along
with steps of lead
down the stifling halls.
Laughter, and a din of voices fill my ears.
I'm keeping my neck craned
tip-toed, eyes darting
wandering, wandering, wondering
where the hell you are.

A jolt

and you're there
and I turn
and I wait
for the nettles
in
my


heart




to







die.













Silence.

Save for the noise and animals around.

And I sneak a glance at you
once more.
You're fire. Beautiful, just
so dangerous; smouldering, with
the kind of eyes that could
kill
with a glance. Beautiful, the way
you dance, and the way
you move, and the way
you strut. Beautiful, like the holes
you're burning in
my chest
as I
watch.

And I watch
and watch
and watch.








'Till the crowd swallows you whole
and nothing is left.

Save the noise and animals around.






And I am left in a sea of heat and sweat,
and oversized clothes
and the guilt of staring
in ways
I
shouldn't.

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I'M BACK.