Foggy

A snake in movements, fox in laughter
And liquid as bath water,
Confusing like the densest fog
And yet, I'm yours to slaughter.

There's something infuriating about the way you look at me.
There is amusement in your eyes and intangible emotions!
The crooked smile that draws me in while venomous words are spilling,
And somehow I can't help myself from being nearer.
I pride myself on eloquence, on my vocabulary
But somehow when you are around, the words just fail me.
The silky thoughts inside my head get knotted into cobwebs,
And all the social skills I learned just leave me.
I'd sit besides you on a beach in stormy weather,
Just waiting for the sunrise and for something better.
I'd hold my tongue and pause my thoughts and wouldn't blink an eye,
For in a moment, it'd be over, it would be a lie.