It stalks me so finely

This adventure benignly

Transcribed to my impulse aggression.

In the shadow it waits…

Step forth?  Hesitate?

I am vexed by its dissenting dimensions.

Is it romance? No way…

Though it taunts my whole day

With an erotically-infused glimpse of passion.

Yet soon I shall take it

Head on and thus make it

The true whore of enduring non-illusion.