An Expression

It is deliciously, suspiciously
A mystery
Of words
It's a sonnet, a haiku, an ode, a refrain
A verse, a ballad, a rhyme or a cinquain
It's the creature that creeps
Just out of sight
The shadows that cross
Your wall in the night
The thought that can't
Quite be expressed
The ugliness of the world
Prettied up in a dress
It is deliciously, suspiciously
A mystery
Of you