The Stalker
The Stalker. The Lover [ 1] He was trembling Playing inside her green eyes Smelling her beauty He stared at her He waited A young soldier he was A Jew! In the army A gun on his back Yellow and smooth as honey was his hair. Burning inside he followed her Home, school, and in between As frequent as the freckles on her face, he chased her, he loved her Outside the school gates, he waited, in her neighborhood, in her living room Love and hate Contempt and affection Powerful yet softened What to do How to feel The brigade left A gun stands between them and an ocean mystery of why? ...