Rifle Through

dark shadow swagger
is all you are, with that gun
and that rolled-up attitude.
You could be anyone, textbook terror
when you touch me safe
on the wrong side of the sun.
Obscure as a dirty alcove
and long, silken things dangling
in the small space between-

-leave with your bullets,
empty threats and hot breath.
My skin bunches like tight gooseflesh,
but I am no pheasant flushed.