Six Of One..... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

and talked
about the way a head
bent forward...
.in a prayerful/penitent/chin-on-chest-for-whatever-reason position
exposed
the tender vulnerability
of the back of the neck...
a flicker
of
something in those eyes...
.a sound, seen.....
.the honing of the blade.......
an indicator....
there would be
no
face-to-face....
not the way of a certain sort of predator....
and
so
...the hows of over-correction are learned....and become equally disconcerting.......

a source of amusement......to appease an unknown....