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Stalker

I embrace the nocturnal shade 
coiled beneath tangerine lamplight 
on the corner of the street 
in case a certain little lady walks by. 
I am ever watchful 
in the telephone kiosk bathed in smells of damp 
directories, of urine and pubescent vandalism; 
silhouetted at the mouth of the 
tubeway entrance; 
sat in the rusting Lada across the road; 
ever watchful, 
gaze unwavering, unflinching. 
I have perfected the dead-eye stare. 
I am the vigilant sentinel. 
I am watching you. 

Wherever you choose to go I am 
mere footsteps away, 
dogging your trail. 
At the salon I watch your pale tresses 
cut and blown dry 
through stencilled window glass. 
That time I got a lock of your hair. 
I like to collect souvenirs. 
They bring us closer. 

I know you know I am here, 
I make certain of that; 
dead certain. 
I want you to know I am here, 
always present 
on the periphery of your vision; 
live ghost haunting your existence. 

The police have made empty threats, 
charges of loitering with intent. 
Intent to do what, though? 
That is the question. 
Intent to do what? 
It is for me to know and you to discover. 
This is the game, my sweet, 
the game we play. 

I feel your fear when you pick up the 'phone 
and no one answers, 
only the romance of dead silence; 
I can smell your sweat leaking down the line, 
taste your breath, sharp and spicy with fear, 
burning down the line. 
I sense your arousal, 
the wetness of your loins, slick 
with the lubricant of anticipation, 
of desire, 
of surrender. 
But we do not speak, no, 
not yet, 
but soon. 
Be patient, beloved, be patient as I am patient, 
stoic and timeless and patient. 
I hear you sobbing, crying down the line, 
hear the crystal crash of vodka glass shattered 
against the wall. Be patient, calm yourself, 
for soon, very soon, we will meet...and 
then my intent will become clear... as 
clear as those shards of shattered crystal, 
my sweet...

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  1. Date: 2/2/2012 9:16:00 AM

    Tony I have re-read your poem and feel it is so very good I would like to have it as one of my favourites-Thank you Again June(sylvia)

  1. Date: 2/2/2012 9:09:00 AM

    Hi Tony-Very scary but very good.You have got into the mind of a stalker with such realism that you stir the imagination and carry us along to the end very cleverly and dramatically and yet 'less is more'leaving us to draw our own chilling conclusion.Perhaps macarbre of me but I enjoyed this very much. Luv June(sylvia)