Gnashing teeth
stained red,
polished by,
a searching tongue.

Instincts on high alert,
nostrils flare,
tapetum gathers light,
searching the dark.

Ears perked,
stillness of muscle,
an odd calmness,
before the attack.

Hindquarters load,
the spring has sprung,
launching, teeth bite down,
crimson metallic Tang in the air

Fresh and tender,
gangly limbs grow,
young leaves flap,
in the wind.

Young buds form,
longing to blossom,
unspoiled petals,
contained within.

With impatience I wait,
longing for spring,
and the warmth of the sun,
to open the blooms.

I hum in anticipation,
flitting back and forth,
checking on the progress,
of the future nectar.

Vicious intent,
haunts the night,
the verge of evil,
barely contained.

Veils raise,
shadows reach out,
clawed fingers grip,
the leathered hilt.

Moonlight glows,
reflected in polished steel,
danger incarnate,
walks free.

Suppressed diurnal,
contained in the light,
captured by society,
expectations bars.

Freedom to do,
anarchy of thought and deed,
lost to pleasantness,
creating mental strife.

It exists, a living thing,
the darkness infects us all,
simply waiting and probing the edges,
waiting to escape.

From the lips of ancients,
words unheard,
carved into tablets of clay,
and walls of stone.

Hieroglyphics and petroglyphs,
Sanskrit scratches like from a chicken,
in the dust off a picked over yard,
unintelligible, but fascinating.

Deciphering takes time,
time is everlasting,
suddenly a keyword is found,
opening the meanings.

The poetry of your heart,
to me is no longer a conundrum,
understanding is mine,
love is mine.

Time was not friendly,
but what was put in,
is worth every tear and sweet drop,
tenfold of what was received.

Context clues and imagination,
coloring conclusions in shades
of blue, red and green.

Red for passion,
blue depression,
and the evil green of envy.

Fiery thoughts of her encounters,
icy cold azure, cause it wasn't me,
and viridian coveting of her.

So many emotions,
the choice is hers,
I wait.

Washed up on a shore,
awakened all alone,
no buildings or people,
no huts of grass or stone.

Looking all around,
in the glinting sand,
bits and pieces of my boat,
waves carried to this land.

Do I sit and cry,
or gather what I can,
I must answer quick,
I'm the only one who can.

So I choose quickly,
to see if I can survive,
but I want to do more,
even alone I want to thrive.

So explore my island jail,
to see what is here,
fresh water spring found,
hogs, and some kind of deer.

Rats and seabirds too,
live upon this rock,
if they can, I can too,
I refuse to ever stop.