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Out in the Wild Where Love Is a Beast
Prose Poetry
Better the beast you know than the one you can’t tame, yes? Or is there some secret code that tells us who we should or shouldn’t want?
Aren’t you tired of the rules that restrict us? I could have poured you a glass of wine and drawn you out with subtle cues, all under the starlight of another winsome night — but romance is dead, they say, and maybe we shouldn’t even try.
I saw you and thought you could be mine — once, perhaps, or always. Forever bonds don’t seem to last in this high-strung world where every problem is numbed to the point of black-out memories.
I could say I wanted to forget you, but how could I? I didn’t even know you — not then and certainly not now.
We perhaps could have begun circling each other like cats on the hunt, and we might have allowed each other only so long to enchant and delight. Love had burned us once, twice, a hundred times — and we wouldn’t be keen to set our hearts on fire again.
Oh, how I would have loved to be the subject of your chase once upon a time. But those days are gone — and they say I shouldn’t want to be chased as if I’m some prize to be won and put on an altar for the rest of my life.
