Chaser

Cryptic fascination played across her;
earned expressions, wanted, envied...
pleasurably so.
Their eyes, clockwork calculators, purr,
hating me for capturing what they need,
the victory I show.

For the summation of my simple form,
exacted, analyzed deficits, defects,
do not add to grace.
What could cause this pause, mid storm,
this clear attraction, obvious sex,
to linger on her face?

How dare I take her so completely,
so effortlessly, needing no pretension,
keeping what they lost.
Their confusion smells sweetly,
hovers in the air, unified suspension,
her power: reality paused.

So I took the moment, like I did her,
acknowledged its privilege, its appeal,
and walked away.