Desire is a huntress
Sleek in full-bodied pursuit
Cold-scaled and sinuous
Striking open-mouthed, lock-jawed
Desperate and bold
A silent background calculation
She follows pleasure like a leaf riding a river
Like a raptor diving for a rabbit
An old horse heading for home
Awake until she tangles in her target
Or drops, throttled by exhaustion or rage
Sleeps, quiet as the dead
With her long-nailed hand on your thigh
She follows you through your dreams
Shape-shifting and duck-diving
Emerges in the quiet fog of pre-caffeinated first light
Matches her footsteps to yours,
Waiting to overtake you in some new game
Love is a different woman
No-one really remembers her face
She is simply there. No conditions, no predeterminations
No limit to what she can lift
With her community of hydraulics
No false pretenses, no lists of laws
Just her rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands
Worn as a sun-warmed rock and wrinkled
With the cares she has taken from your own back
And bakes them into bliss
She watches eternity with her eyes on your face,
Her heart beating in your fist
She waits for you to pause in your terror and lust,
To turn towards her and see
Hold her steady gaze
She breathes in your sorrow and exhales hope
Carries you to your friends and calls you by your true name
Walks through the darkened house with her matches
Starts a fire in the old stove
With wood you thought was too damp to burn.
A living stream, he said
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