predator

i in my car
there you are
walking blind
a fearless fool

your confident stride
belies the truth
in your ignorance
i break through

you do not know
what my eyes see
dumb, unafraid
i lick my lips

you now hunted
the hapless prey
instinct blunted
within my grip

you too focused
on what you see
you miss the signs
the watcher seeks

unhindered view
of all of you
in painless death
you need to sleep

now you afraid
your darting eyes
dust-dry tongue
over bleeding lips

sate my desire
of life's control
wear you down
with grinding bliss

hear you cry
saturate my soul
agony's fear
your soul i bind

even when released
put you to sleep
for all time
this moment is mine

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Country/Region: Canada

Comments

Ravenshakti

16 years 10 months ago

Passion and Beauty!

Your Poem explores deep feelings, with an enthralling touch... I love what you bring to Light... Thank you... Raven

Godweed

16 years 10 months ago

thank you!

Thank you so much for your comment =)

weirdelf

16 years 10 months ago

You reclaim the night!

Cheers, Jess

Godweed

16 years 10 months ago

I have to say

That is the spookiest piece I ever wrote. I was sitting in my car watching people walk by and realized they weren't even aware of me watching. So I wondered how many times I've been watched, unaware. I grabbed a piece of paper, and "predator" was born right there in my car. It actually freaked me out when I finished it! Thanks for your comment =) Virginia

bjp

16 years 10 months ago

Dear Virginia (if I may address you this way),

This is an extraordinarily insightful poem. My partner Olya is a watcher in your poem's sense and, I suppose, I am too. It is sometimes lonely to see so much beyond the defenses that people preserve so stridently. Where does one look sometimes. What to do with that contrast between overt presentment and a more unvarnished truth. And it is a paradox lock if we think we can seek any real consent to make a disclosure even to the subject, since bravado is so chronic that the mere request virtually forces a coerced consent. So one must use discretion, hopefully wisely, and be forgiving of self. When I decided to write, I pretty much was deciding to be seen as much as if I arrived in person. You are putting your investment in how the world works to good use in your poetry. Brian

Godweed

16 years 10 months ago

of course

Brian... of course you can call me Virginia. You have looked beneath the words to the heart of writing, or at least what writing means to me. I never thought of the "paradox lock" but often feel uncomfortable, exposed by what I write, naked to strangers. Yes, to "be seen as much as if I arrived in person." You are obviously (at least to me!) a philosopher and even your comments read like prose! Thank you. Virginia