Tricky Moon

Tricky Moon

I close the shades. You are looking up at me. Every
night you are there outside my apartment window.

Every night
Creepy sexy

Under cover of a foggy moon you are trench coat Bogey.
Casablanca silhouette smoking French cigarettes.

Crooked moonlight

You are a suburban vampire shrouded in black cape.
One bone white tooth specked with blood, glinting
like a diamond flits out of your mouth.

I clutch my neck in anticipation.

You are a kid in torn Gap jeans and sweat shirt
mooning for the girl next door. I am an old lady face
looking down at you.

Creep sexy

You are the meat and potatoes of 911 calls,
orders of protection.

I will wait and see who makes the first move.