Cold-Blooded

There she is.
There.

Standing, watching, being
unlike anything (anyone)
you've ever known.

Reptilian blood
flows through her veins

as blue as her skin
should be.

You stare
and stare.
She rubs her hands
together.

Circulation.

You're on pins and needles.
Your mind is going numb.
You're deaf,
blind and
dumb.

She is there.
There.

She is everything
and you're

nothing.

Not the blood in her veins
or the hand on her face.

But
she waits.

She waits for you.

She waits for you there.

That's it. That's all.

She's just waiting for
something (someone)
to keep her warm.

[ SJM ]