Sunday, April 15
Under this canopy of trees.
It is just you and me, you leading, I following.
Behind, always an arm's length behind.
Your eyes flicker wearily backwards,
you know of my presence.
I am the tiger, I tell myself.
I stalk my prey with the utmost meticulousness.
The trepidations of your fingers tell me otherwise.
You are not afraid.
You are anxious for the coming pursuit.
So I brace and lock my legs,
ready for the pounce, unaware if you will allow yourself to succumb.
Or leave me grasping empty air.
You want to watch me dream somemore.
Leave this tiger wondering what you will do next.
Did you notice me too? Crouched in the foliage.
Do you covert my meat as much as I hunger for yours?
Just because gazelle's eat grass, it doesn't mean
they don't crave meat.
I want to know, the tiger tells itself.
I want to know if you want me as much as I want you.
We shall see.
The tiger licks it's lips.
She uncapps the bottle titled "Emotions" that stood on the shelve for the longest time. She'd wanted to use it right. She took her chances at times but backed off at every chance she got. She'd never wanted anyone else. She never needed anyone else.
For her Unicorn told her so.
& now euphoria places meaning in it's worth all over again.
Her knight has won her heart all over again
but this time, it felt so right.
not that it ever was wrong.
My blood throbbed and pulsed.
Beating it's beat at the back of my head.
My mouth went dry.
Like eating a fistful of sand.
My breath must have leapt in decibels,
amplified in my anxiety and fear.
It was all I could hear.
Not the pounding of feet.
Not the grunts and groans.
Not the fact that I was all alone.
My hand gripped tighter, and I bit down on my tongue.
Feeling the artificial skin stretched taut
between my finger tips,
I wiped the sweat from my brow,
and took in a final breath.
And held it.
Everything came rushing back to me.
The sounds, the smell, the blinding sun.
And the beat, beat, beating of the blood
at the back of my head.
And I will never forget the exhilaration.
When the prize left my hands.
And it jetted into the blue-white sky.
Piercing the heavens only to come down
in a rain of glory.
I awoke from day dreams with a cheer.
A hip-hip-hooray or sorts.
And I knew, at that moment,
the camaraderie was killing me.
Yet it was the only thing keeping me alive.
I rejoiced.
For something so simple,
for that short moment,
made me so complete.
My thoughts are all a mess now. I promise I'll be sane again the next time I blog.
It's because I'm happy and you know why.
din
