The hunter and the hunted
Remember I were then hunter dear,
and you were the hunted with bleeding sole.
Remember you ran as fugitive ,
not to yield , for any relations .
Yet , you posed to overlook what the
physical shelter and the pull of hunger -
appeasement charmed to trusting
your body's slow move.
It was no dream you returned back
here then on fragile steps, in form
the hunted one's dusky looks
overturned constant
In these forests, exposure is prey.
My hunter's image is captured.
quick and lost in light
remains: now the hunted.
Your waves of breath, dear, have gained
the garment of allurement, my bow
and arrows returned to rest,
under your bleeding feet, as dust.
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