Beginning

I tiptoe around the casualty of your violence;

pray not wake the beast - pray let love live,

let sleep heal forebodings of yester-year.

Silence sows itself into a wild bed,

and I witness your chest rise and the fall of seasons,

head nod through a fantasy and come full circle

to a new world where eyelids part in ancient sadness

wearing the wounds of tiresome dreams.

I slink back to the selvage of wood connecting

two worlds to watch the huntress wake - give space,

and solitude to healing rain and look up

to see the pallet change. The dew glows around this shapen

figure and I am taut at means for an escape lest

I become new prey, fresh and meaty. The wind gusts around me

and her body stiffens to the scent - I take leave

to let love live, and let happenings heal

the heaviness of new footfalls.