Your movements mimic The way a lion stalks its prey Hidden behind thick grass Golden orbs steady, watching Layers peeling back Revealing unmistakable danger in steady boredom Lean muscles holding power paws pressing into earth, ready to pounce The primal need to h u n t Settles into the atmosphere A fawn lost, soft eyes lay on you Reflecting the mythic gaze of a primordial seer s e e k i n g Who maps a path in poetry for consumption Still you come Closer Closer Closing in beside me I collapse And allow your jaws to pierce my neck Relief fills me, placed on a crepe bed Bleeding out Devoured
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 