hunter

Love Hunt

I became the hunter

And wild prey was

That coy smile

Which, for a while

May or may not

Lead to more than a kiss

Almost willow as a wisp

Hiding behind that smile

No betrayal, only passion

Wanting what is rationed

Knowing of bridges burnt

And seeking as always

Much better ways

Which, with last rights

Serve as sacrament

For all the time spent

Hunting for nothing

But life’s little dangers.

Ria – circa 2007

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