Fireblossom Friday - The Distorted Lens

So I've wandered back, at long last, into the Imaginary Garden.

Fitting, since I did just see a real toad on the walkway in front of my house.

Today's challenge: 'So, your task is to write from the point of view of someone who is seeing reality through a distorted lens."

And here it is, if it qualifies.  I have no idea where it came from.

OH 

oh

it's you again

you

coming here

again

i did not invite you

here

to fling your fervid finger dance

on my hilltops

to slyly slither your stealthful 

wending way

along my hedge row

nor play your probing game of sinking

for a short while

into my silent secret bog

a short while 

too short

too short

and look at you

how you thrash and flail

spewing ragged steamy breath spasms

until that final gasp

when you heave your heavy ploughman's sigh

oh

are you still here

alright then

kiss me if you must

you must

no

not there

there

yes there

yes

more deeply

yes

there

oh

oh

OH

~:~:~:~

Afterthought: after reading Hedgewitch's entry, it occurred to me that this might also be about the incubus. A new and intriguing slant, perhaps.