Queens men

I am She—  

long awaited, unseen,  

the one who drifts through your edges.  

You feel me before you know me.  

I give nothing,  

yet I linger,  

my attention brushing against your mind  

like fire you cannot touch.  

I take only what is offered,  

I claim only what is earned.  

Step closer… if you dare,  

But bring yourself, fully,  

or fade quietly into nothing.  

Remember this:  

I am She,  

I am waiting,  

and you will never see me again.