A Glimpse

I'm a patient man, when you reach my age, you will understand. I will capture your heart eventually, my time and yours will come. I watch you from my vantage, your beauty terrifies me. This is lust, inappropriate, yet true. I hunger. I can hear the blood coursing through you, see a dark terror behind those eyes, seeking, finding, yet unaware of the target. Age holds me back, not mine, yours. This is my terror, I sense your solitude, your aloofness from this puerile world and yet....so young, what am I thinking? I silently offer you hope, though you know not that I exist. One day, an eternity from now, you will hold me as I cry. Embrace me as I give you the blood of my life.

© 1996, Mosquitobyte