Vixen

This is my chance to get my licks in.

I am an old hand, a washed up vixen.

Better turn around ‘cuz I’m a land mine to avoid.

My silenced voice

turns a blind eye by choice.

I am not worth your time.

Don’t bother to respond.

Like poison spawn,

I will infect you with love and then I am gone.

For weeks, months, years,

do you think I wait here

with tears and baited breath?

It’s not as if I lured you into a web or my bed.

I didn’t even try to turn your eye or your head.

Was it I

who told a lie to your girl?

I can tell the words were untrue to the end.

I bolstered and fed your ego.

My loss

 it cost me too much time, and time again

silently you defend

your stance as you pretend

you don’t see the energy that we exchange.

As I moved on the dance floor,

your eyes peered from behind the door

or the speakers

searching for more of my form.
Your girl walked in, and you were sure to look away,
just in time to say,
“Hey baby I’ve been waiting all night just for you,
bored out of my head with nothing to do,

but be true to you beautiful.”

Yeah, I’ve heard it before.

Is it such a chore
to dream of me for a change?
Does my form require you to deny,
lie, and not even try to remove your mask?
Is it too hard a task?
Do you think I will bite?
If you are honest and say with your words,
what your eyes have been screaming all night.
Be straight with me fella’ tell me,
did I not move you at some point that you might even ask?
To be with me, a possibility of time,
your lines with hooks sunk into mine
as a key player in your heart
is a start
or at least in the dark
a stolen kiss or three,
Would it be so bad with me?
‘cuz when your ego is down
it doesn’t seem to be.

Doesn’t matter your name
in this game
‘cuz I’ve seen your face before.
I know who you are and can see plain as day,
the bee sting that rises and swells with every play
that you make in your boredom.
A quorum
of agreement that says it’s ok just for now to get a bolster
and yank me closer.
Just this once is all you need, an egos delight
but ten years down the line,
here I find
that I could use the favor returned
and it burns like hot iron through flesh
that you protest
with your silence and avoidance.
Don’t treat me like I’m a pariah and I’m a try and get closer
to choke you out of something better.
Don’t let me be your fantasy and destiny together,
the Madonna and whore
And still I find
the door hits me on my ass
every time I find
you there on the edge of the dance floor.