you stalk my dreams – an incubus in nothing but a loincloth – laughing softly as you chase me down unfamiliar paths until, finally, you capture me, holding me by my wrists.
i'm frightened but i don't want to flee. i want to know what you're after, why you're always there. even when i can't see you i sense your presence, your eyes trained on my every move. what do you seek?
you cannot think i conceal a thing, naked as i am to your night vision, your scrutiny, your damnable knowingness. even as you pull me closer you release me, standing defenseless in the beam of your laser that cuts through all my pitiful pretensions.
will you ever tell me what and why, or must i flounder in my suppositions, always wondering, wondering…? if you will not speak, i cannot. i dare not ask what i long to know, and you stand stockstill, so far from telling.