Reflection Poem by crybaby clark

I saw you standing there,
dreamlike, mystified
you slithered over
sex, personified.
I felt you sitting there,
alone, scared
fear encircled you,
eyes that only glared.
I heard you talking there,
bowed head, words without sounds,
floating on air,
your pulse, just your pulse that pounds.
I watched you sipping there,
spitting blood with wine,
unquenchable lust,
for all of time.
I could taste you there,
come into my whispered life,
slashing at my mind,
wielding your eyes as a knife.