I watch them watch you

Their need, your need

You feeding off them

Like an addict

Needing to know

They need you,

And want you,

The tension crackling

Through the air

With a laugh

Or a toss of hair

Always painful

Always leaving

A puncture wound behind

A junkie’s needle

Always threatening

To deflate them

When you move on



(1987 revised 2012)



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