mixed signals

too fast,
tiger. watch yourself.
i'm not a tease-
but a warning.
your arm curls much
too fast
around my shoulder.
your laugh is much
too comfortable,
and much
too loud.
you think nothing
of leaving my bones here,
nestled under a facsimile of
affection.
tsk...you should know
how to stalk your prey.
i've been watching you
from beneath your chivalry,
from beneath your arm.
i've counted your momentum,
found it too quick
to endure--
and sized you up thus:
you are too fast, tiger,
to play this game.