Strike Me

I can hear your steps, I can count them as the rain closes the night sky and blunders the moonlight.

You're close, much to close, but you step back and foward. This time you don't know if you're the prey or the predator.

Under my blanket, I count the lightnings as my mother told me, so I can feel when you're around.

One, two, three, four, five... A glance of your glow.

One, two, three, four... You're getting closer.

One, two, three... You won't step back this time.

One, two... Your light fills my eyes.

One...

Strike: Bullseye!

In my soul. And that strong light dazzles me again.

And I hide in my dark hole. Away from your light. Your dazzling but slippery light.