Your eyes are ice and they narrow in my direction.
Am I the hunter or the hunted?
Thick tendons stretched taunt against smooth muscle,
you are power.
Sharp teeth poised behind red lips,
you are desire.
Forever running
(from me)
what is it that scares you darling?
Do the hairs on your neck rise when I come near?
I can feel the growl start low
in your body
climbing
clawing
ripping
its way past parted jowls.
Release an elevated cry to the heavens
even God can’t save you now.
“Run from me bunny” your eyes tell me.
Frozen with indecision
I am caught.
“Flee!” My mind screams
but your snake charmers voice draws me in.
Stupid sheep
didn’t you know not to cry wolf?