You toss the door open

pause         pose

long fingers         displayed         just so

sunglasses strategic

legs         Ozymandious.

Do you expect a spotlight?

Applause?

Should we rise in a wave and die at your         feet?

You plonk and unscroll but I'm not stroking

                                                                      baby

so you defect        pout

stretch out         

amongst a magnetised pride

who twitch and fidget         cross

re-cross         legs

chew lips         feign.....disinterest.

Oh bull shit!

Don't         tell         me

you don't know

what it is

you

        do.

Your invitation shivers         a heat mirage on heat.

Don't         tell         me

you're not         responsible.

                                                Flirt!

                                                Narcissist!

                                                Seducer!

Put it         back

sweetheart

back         in its holster.

                                        I'm         accurized.*

                                        I'm         ammoed.

                                        Prepared         

                                                                to         

                                                                                shoot.

*Accurize: The process of altering a stock firearm to improve its accuracy.