Taken Poem by Albert Hallonda

She looked me right in the eyes
like a fixated killer at the victim,
a hunter and its prey,
ready to strike.
used her fingers to stalk, the back of my hand,
her open palm to suffocate my knees,
before she laid her head on my shoulder,
and wrapped herself around my arm,
stealing warmth from my heart,
making me realize we were both the hunted and prey,
were always equal, and at that moment
both were terrified to lose this battle.

My palm was bluing from her grip, cold,
Just cool enough that when I placed it by her chin,
Her neck recoiled, slightly,
My index on her jaw, thumb on her lips
I raised her head so I could see her,
Watch as a satisfied smile peeped through her composed look.

With her head raise,
I kissed her, as
I moved behind her neck,
So the branches of one palm,
Could hang themselves in her hair,
To make sure that this night,
Was not another fantasy;
As the other spread itself wide
like a net across her lower back,
far enough to ascend at the hills of her spine…

The innocence in her was awaken,
for a solitary moment,
as she gazed into my eyes, as I did back,
before she sat square on my lap,
then stole breath right from inside me,
I didn't fight back because her seduction had me convicted,
wishing for her fingers the make red tattoos on my back,
like a wet brush through a soft canvas;
allowing her to take air that I once claimed as my own.