The Other One

And  you I worry about:
What  do you want
With your blue gaze
And  soft hands?

You  want to land me
Like a fish, catch
The prize, see me
Spin before your eyes

Do  as I am bid? I
Warn  you as you cast
Your net: I do not co-
Operate with such tactics.
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