She moves through a room like smoke nobody lit,
a fog that rolls in low and settles where I sit,
in my stomach and my chest and somewhere deeper still,
and every eye follows but she’s hunting for the kill
Her smile’s not a smile, it’s an open door,
a crack that lets something through with teeth and more
patience than intent, elegant and slow,
and she’s chosen me tonight — my resistance is spent
She doesn’t hurry, never hurries, why would she
when every second of delay compounds what I owe,
and I’m stacking up a debt at a ruinous rate,
watching her approach like weather, gorgeous and late
Slow poison moving through the smoke and noise,
every sway a sentence I cannot refuse,
I’m the willing and the wanting and the fool,
slow poison, and I’ve got nothing left to lose
She stops beside me, doesn’t speak, just stands
close enough for me to catalogue her hands,
warm skin and dark perfume and something wilder underneath,
and I’m filing for surrender, bones already bent
The silence between us lasts three heartbeats, maybe four,
and in each one I live an entire year
of wanting something I shouldn’t name in public,
of imagining what happens when she leans in close
Slow poison moving through the smoke and noise,
every sway a sentence I cannot refuse,
I’m the willing and the wanting and the fool,
slow poison, and I’ve got nothing left to lose
She breaks the silence with a word I barely hear,
spoken low and aimed directly at my chest,
and whatever she said, the answer’s already yes,
and she knows it, walking off to let me burn the rest