The Unmasked Passion

With the meditated precision of a hungry falcon,

I will hunt you down and tear you to shreds.

Of satisfaction that will transgress worldly pleasures,

I will sing songs that will be my armament.

That haunting memory I pretended not to know,

Lurking in the background- that voice, that body.

That voice, that body, the very presence-

I knew it was you; you know it was you.

I walked deliberately nonchalant,

I talked forcing an enviable calm.

Your happiness disgusted me,

It killed to laugh.

But you have been happy for too long.

I will shout, I will cry, I will laugh.

My felicity will be your destruction,

My felicity will be my revenge.

The sheer intensity of my abhorrence surprises me,

Yet I do not know of a more pleasing surprise.

You are blissfully unaware of my power,

I am blissfully aware of my threat.

The woods, they walk to me-

They have stories to tell.

Of calm waters forced to split open by forceful winds,

Of retaliating ice menacingly pushing back the winds.

-I will be that ice to your forceful wind.

My thin sheet will freeze your assumed masculinity.

My relentless obsession is my hope,

My devious feminity is my garb.

Your incoherent bewilderment is my amusement,

Your helpless desperation is my passion.

You will fall into my trap, I know-

That is the only advantage of knowing you.

No incantation, no chant, no spells-

My only trick will be looking at you.

Your confidence is the thorn that pricks,

My confidence is my only warning.

Your eyes are your bestial give-away,

My eyes are my untainted truth.

I will carve you with hot iron.

But, hollow you will be.

I will lure you like sweet poison.

But, poison it will be.