Thrall   The blame for this poem rests entirely with a fellow student
in
 my creative writing class 
 
 {thanx Charity!} who wrote a lovely villanelle that contained the
following
 lines: 
 
 What can I say to you a man unknown
 The love that moves is not the love you've shown
 
 This made me think of a certain mountie that we all know and love. I
 have written it so that 
 
 the speaker is not revealed, so feel free to insert whichever character
 you like. This is my 
 
 first fan fic piece and I would very much like to hear your thoughts
 on it, I am lucky__13@juno.com 
 
 
 Thrall
 
 I look up at the pale moon
 pale, like the whites of your eyes
 blue irises like dusk 
 a moonlit pool
 black pearl pupil 
 staring up from the murky depths
 
 Unable to wrench my fevered gaze 
 away, I watch you
 Fascinated
 
 What signal directs
 the muscles of your face
 to move as they do?
 expanding and contracting
 below the skin
 your mystery mocks me
 
 Even as it draws me 
 further
 driving me
 into obsession
 sweet as air
 But could my interest withstand your riddles unraveling?
 
 The pondering is useless
 eons of observation could
 not yield to me the complicated creature that is
 
 You
 
 Why must you torment me so?
 do you delight in my confusion?
 or are you-blithely
 unaware
 Innocent of the all-encompassing fascination you wake in me?
 
 Do you know
 how my every sense has become
 so thoughtfully
 attuned to you subtleties?
 
 Sometimes I can almost hear...
 
 your thoughts
 like grains of sand
 sifting and shifting round in your head
 But you keep them all to yourself
 
 Sometimes I can almost hear...
 
 your heart 
 beating
 so quietly
 
 I see you nearly every day
 yet you remain an enigma
 I should leave it alone
 but I wonder...
 
 What do you dream of at night?