In turns they approach one another,
First domesticated,
Then feral.
She tosses him a morsel,
Which he eyes with suspicion
Before snatching it up to scurry away
And blink from the shadows.
He leaves her a tidbit;
She shivers at the enticement.
For the briefest of moments,
She trusts.
They do not scratch or bite.
They nuzzle,
Then run off to separate dens
To lick phantom wounds that still bleed.
She nibbles; he watches,
Sizing up intentions,
Waiting for a sign.
They edge close,
One inch at a time,
Then lunge at one another
In a desperate attempt to
Connect,
Feel,
Throb,
Meld.
He takes a step back so as not to scare;
She startles at the motion,
Poised to bolt.
They forage around in the same meadow,
Aware of where on this vast expanse they each hunt.
There is but one prize they both eye with desire.
Darling creatures, be
Brave,
Seize,
Share,
Feast.
Copyright DJ Anderson, 2022
