like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes
you prey stealthily
on fools’ weakness
calculate lust’s moment
stalk willing victims of
nights’ shade like shadow
hiss soft enticements as
fluidity of your presence
slithers cunningly into
traitorous embrace
aiming for the eyes
Anthony challenges dVerse poets to use 3 of his lines (italicized) in a poem.
a poem in my pocket 