I’m strolling in the dark again
My footsteps echo loudly
I really shouldn’t be out when
Everyone is sleeping soundly
Warm breaths betray the life in me
Swirling smoke in chilly air
Shadows, thick and inky black,
Envelope me in greedy stares
You have a subtle handsomeness,
Heavy muscles and tattoos
Strong arms cross against your chest
A violent grace in every move
I almost didn’t see you
Almost didn’t see the light
Reflecting off the buckle
Of the jeans you wear too tight
“Little girls should be at home
Not roaming parks at midnight.”
Your voice’s booming rumble
Is a warning in its own right
As if it sounds from miles away
My own shy voice replies:
“You may be right, but what if I’m
A monster in disguise?”
My sole attempt at bravery
Makes Mr. Muscles laugh
I’m not laughing; we both know
That what I am is trapped
A sickly sweet and wicked smile
Is painted on your face
My instincts scream; I start to run