The Furtive Sidling
She's alone at an unnecessary line
All it takes is some sheer, low-cut skirt slinking
Stigmatizing her subjected impact
Saffron-hued heels click on curtsy ground and court
Stares from steel-blue eyes, pyretic and VIVID
Is it lonely acuity?
Intent shape-shifts a misshapen focal inquisition
Sharpening pheromonic sloped lenses, a guise?
Her perfume always gets them high, so how
Low?
Does??
She???
Go????
Backward-step sidewalks curb this bullish
Biological divide between peripheral love and
Passé fling "just lust" fantasy faux pas
Friend or foe?
Clarity not yet, this is a luxe hide-and-heat seeking
Gamut of catch cry, yoke, and optical muscle
VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN IS ENDEMIC
Feminine shadows
Seldom stalk ala fixation silhouettes, yet he bobs
And weaves from woven discipled demagogue
Playbooks, rightly or wrongly
A writ!
Right on cue, her heart ticks toward immediacy
The ThRuMmiNg bass from safety bubbles afar
Distances itself, that bellow, from her caught at
No fault "cute" destitute transparency
-Once-
-Twice-
-Thrice-
Threnodic strides, she's FAST on her feet, yet
The dead know no sanctuary
Nor false confidantes
And he knew this fact from first sight.
(c) Edward Swafford 2026
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Edward Swafford
Hello! I'm an Australian writer and healthcare professional. I've written on Medium for over three years, run Black Coffee Creative on Substack (over 1000 subscribers), with select work published in lit mags 😴.
Edgy syntax is my bailiwick.
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