My constant comport
Like a soft spoken chilling wind
you arrive unannounced
Moving in slowly and discreetly
you can touch me like no other
Clever you are to reign supreme
over my shoulders pinching at my
weaknesses
Gradually you infiltrate into my desires
and dreams via my dignity
Success is a pebbled dirt road on a slippery incline
Sunlight escapes me as the nights grow colder
and the moons leading the tide
The coldness of ambition biting upon my skin
What are my chances of escaping your wrath?
Slim to none by this third endeavor
Your short of despair an insecurity in disguise
Ambigious by nature
How do I decipher an entity minus its taste,
color and smell
Silent and stealthy I'm abrasively touched
It's no wonder how long I was fooled
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