Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Poem: Feral #the100dayproject Day 71

Feral

I am a wild beast you approach slow and cautious, 
hands out like white flags of surrender. 
My horns and teeth are long and sharp, 
but I only use them if I must. 
You move your quiet rhythm to me 
until your hands touch my hide, 
my body leans into you as if my own flesh 
would let you tame me, before my mind. 

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