malkovich makes me
mix my metaphors
the
basilisk stare
rock steady
unflinching
grey slate eyes
say nothing
and everything
over and over
insistence in
bloodless lids
half-lowered
crocodile calm
caught
trapped in his weblike traces
clingy tendrils
immobilise
make you quiet
submit to his will
passion is petrified
a cobra
coiled for the kill
seduces with stillness
seduces you still
the voice
a whisper, a promise, a threat
a soft chill
it slides like a slug across the nape of
your neck
and bites
something scary
something sexy
something in control
