Description: There are people that feel nature is soft, gentle, benevolent and safe. A teacher once said to me, "When you come face to face with a grizzly, you understand that humans are not the top of the food chain."
I attempt to run, but my feet
are immovable weights.
A blade of terror severed connections
between body and mind.
I am afflicted by an unpleasant
paralysis without numbness.
In the time it takes a flame to flicker once
the hulking form of hungry love overtakes me.
The chase ends as the beast looms
above my motionless prostrate body.
Its panting exhalations and musky
scent of sweat choke off my breath.
The monster tears flesh, breaking ribs
and ripping through fat layers of humanity.
I feel pain and blood pulsing in my throat,
legs and secret sacred chambers.
I am surrendered without consent to the fate
of being consumed as a hard earned prize.
In this proximity I can perceive and read
the mind of the monster.
There is no fear, only instinctive hunger.
It has no desire for any part
of my physical existence except
the naturally warmed delicacy of heart.
Suddenly it stops…
backing cautiously away.
The fire of desire was diminished and
extinguished by disappointment.
My life and soul pumping muscle
is not yet large enough for its taste.
The predator form dissolves into a
shapeless shadow evaporated by night.
I am left wishing it would again catch
my scent and start a chase.
I pray for the chance to be pursued
and devoured as a worthy prey.
I faved this one long ago Chrystine and never commented. I apologize for that and just last night read something that makes me quite aware of how this urging called love can descend and make us prey. As I write this a bird begins to squak outside my kitchen window, funny how these messages come through.
But the reading was from The Power of Silence and deals with how how the jaguar begins to stalk Don Juan and Carlos. And Don Juan tells Carlos that the jaguar is able to read their thoughts, so they must confuse him to survive Love is a stalker also and most likely a hungry one, and even parts of us that we have in denial can pull strings. Love has no degree of captivity inside it and you place it carefully in the realm of danger. It's smart to watch how our plans can change, how we can become smitten and accomodating. And its all to fill the gaps and holes we might be healing for ourselves.
You know, you have been a great teacher for me. And one that reflected ideas I believed in but few have been able to validate. What can I say, I would fave this again, it's just as good now.
GODAMN!!! THis was amazing!! I could actually hear the person's voice as I was reading this! Chilling. The last stanza is the best, because it shows a lack of dignity in the fact that she wishes her rapist would come back so she could feel a little bit wanted too! Amazing. I love how you portrayed this, and you captured the primitiveness of lust so greatly, it was amazing. I could hear, fell, see, and smell everything, and I have a permenant picture in my head. Wanting so badly too be love can overtake you, and it happened to both characters. Absolutely amazing. I'm adding this to my favorites! With Love, ~Azura*
oh my.. this is so animal, primal. it is brutal, like nature can so often be. like you say, some think nature is benevelont.. oh, yes. sometimes. but you have personified the pure animal drive that lust, desire and love can create and take to brutal depths sometimes.
wow, Chrys. ... i shuddered a bit as i read this. it is so frightening, yet captivating...