Or Don’t

So staid, so demure. So very
retired in your advances. The grass grows
beneath your feet as you move towards me.
So timid. So sedate. So very, very uninviting.
I would have licked the edge of my sword
long before your hopeful gaze realized
I was even gone.

Am gone.

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