Playing along with the slammers, though I'm officially eliminated...Round 2, Finales. |
There are times when I am so inclined to leave I form the words with tongue and lips…to no avail, for sudden on the air your scent is evening inescapable; your presence, stars, splayed light upon a sculpture shaped by hands and molded tenderly from birth to kiln. I become attuned to stunning truths, rare and raw within, mammal and inherent inside my very center. There are moments when I am but one breath away from vocalizing protest, but then I’m up against the wall and we are diving deep, inundated by irresistible pulls, fluent in a language only we will ever speak or know, tearing into common lust -- voracious wolves on easy victims. We are satisfied by hunts fulfilled, slashing flesh from bone to sink our sharpened teeth into delicious kills. There are places where I go when we've consumed our fill to digest definitions: I am lover, mockingly unloved, willed by yearning; you are temptation, risen inflexible, running lengths of miles, muscled, ready in the wilderness to light slim candles timed perfectly for my ritual arrival. Your motivation's something alpha-male, leading packs along, crouched anew with everything it ever took to trap unwitting prey. |