Predatory Gait

The pretense of caring was effortless.

The lackadaisical gait;

Meandering here and there.

But oh yes, he had a singular insulated concern,

Of self.

All else was cool deflected rain.

He was a smooth talker and as a lothario,

Even quicker.

Drawing in hearts like prizes from a baited trap

With deliberating swiftness,

Seldom giving back.

HE was the trap.

Oh pity the poor hearts that took the bait

Pity their manipulated fate.

Unable to resist loves elixir

Dripping from a silver tongue.

He had a lackadaisical predatory gait.

Now cautious of every path before her...

Temptation died along the wicked way.

Her entertainment now was his metronomic predatory gait.

Corrine Schlessel © September 2010