Cute Meet
She is heels and a cinched in waist.
She is promise and downfall.
Head first she emerged,
heels clipping up the stairs,
stepping
onto the top deck
where I sat frozen,
captured
captive
captivated
by her.
By her hands,
by the smell of roses
and something intangible
that may have been, may have been
possibility.
She reached down my throat
and clasped my heart in
her mouth,
with that smile,
with that swish,
with that eyebrow raised.
Where are you going?
I asked, enquired, entreated.
Into the night,
into the stars,
into the future,
want to join me?
I did, I did, I did,
so badly.
I hungered for it, for her,
a wolf seeking a deer,
a doe, a doe a deer,
but she was dear to me,
then and always.
I should have known
from the start
that I was the rabbit,
the vole,
the hare,
She the fox,
the vixen,
the falcon.
Her stare
stopped me dead.
Those eyes
deep and
dark, dark, dark.
I moved beyond
the event horizon,
I entered them,
willingly,
allowing no escape,
not then,
not now,
not ever,
even if I’d wanted to.
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