Like a cool breeze in the summer heat of Spain,
you circle me with diligence,
round and round and round
until I'm dizzy.
Every footstep is a mark of territory,
ricocheting through the air,
I’m captive in your lair,
a spy bound to one of your chairs.

My mission?
Figuring you out.

You halt in front of me
and those sniper dots of eyes are drilling into mine,
searching my motive.
Where do my loyalties lie?
As your breath traces the features of my face,
delicate like lace,
I’m...