Caught in the magnetic field
of his orbit,
a flicker of uncertainty
could be fatal.
He takes much satisfaction
from that reaction.
With a voice too soothing
he somehow invites a desire
for the uncertainty.
Inviting as a spider in its web.
It amuses and pleases him.
Capacity for violence follows such power.
Representing himself as divine,
he washes his face with unholy holiness.
The caricature of false power in a cheap paperback novel
he does not see.
Endowed with no degree of sensitivity,
his is a kiss
of only possession and power.
His dark, irresistible voice,
speaks with cool detachment.
Flawed false charm surrounds him
in dark hued auras
as he smiles slowly, sensually
beneath narrowed, brilliantly cold eyes
heated by a feral lust,
frigid and calculating.

A more dangerously moody man
there never was.
With controlled arrogance he slides
between the shadows
leaving behind an overwhelming
sense of dis-ease.