Saturday, 2 July 2016

Deflection

The approach.
Words embrace me, sweet and tender
What is the agenda?
Do you wish to capture me
Like a predator and render me 
Defenceless prey?

The rejection.
Look in the other direction
Or rather at your horrid, reflection.
Do not mind my deflection
It would do you well to seek affection
I do not want to play.