And there he stood
The one in charge of me
There he stood painting me pictures with his eyes and with his teeth

Facing my face
Smiling my smile
Hand trailing my waist
Everything in the world
But hostile

And yet
His hands did not stop slinking up my back
They didn't stop until they met my quiver
And my poor legs forgot to stand
My body forgot even to shiver

Where did the sweet cold go?
Where is the dear breeze?
While he draws with my own arrow
This time and place seem so quick to freeze

I will not get these seconds back
I...