Let's keep the talking at a bare minimum; I don't want you to think that I care.
Fingertips caressing hair, goosebumps galore as we weave a tangled affair.
You feel me all around, fair to the touch yet when you look I'm not really there.
See, I take what I want, and I've got my sights set on you, do you feel as I stare?
I'll inflict my wear and tear on your heart with my psychological warfare.
Desperation will have you craving more of my presence just know I do not share.
Call me a saint as I bring you heaven but I'll hold fast to my devil-may-care.
A taboo danced in the spark of flames where our love burns in prayer.
In my chokehold grasp, you can't escape in the distance, the sirens rage and flare
Captivated in me, who you lie beside at night is not worthy to compare.
Do you dare to care for the lurker looking at you, or should you beware?
Author's note: This is inspired by the duet books Haunting Adeline / Hunting Adeline and the song Stalker by Stevie Howie. What would a poem be like written from a stalker's perspective who has a twisted definition of love and is obsessed with their subject?
Reviewers, did this capture that perspective? What would make it better? Did it have an eerie yet intriguing vibe? If you listened to the song/know it or read/know the books, do you see similarities? Thanks for reading! :)