In Starry Dusk

Reflection of your
profile in veiled threat
appears solemnly. I
come down as a hawk to
make my kill.

Lines on forehead were
etched very deep. More possessive,
I wanted every inch―
of your space.

Juxtaposed, I bring
my ghost writing art to surface
to understand your drawing power.

Clouds were creeping
towards the moon. Would not be able
to decide for once, who had―
the irresistible charm. I was
freaking out.

My life had been a reverse print.
The watcher had become
the watched. You were the victor
I was the game.