I know something about opening windows and doors
i know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors
i know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers
slipping the clippers
slipping the clippers through the telephone wires
the sense of isolation inspires
inspires me
i like to feel the suspense when i'm certain you know i am there
i like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air
i like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear
intruders happy in the dark
intruder come
intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark