BeastA Poem by Sarabeauty and the beastHe is more like a beast than a man. His shoulders are sloped forward. His hair is tangled and hangs before his eyes like the mane of something wild. When he smiles he looks like a lion baring its teeth, ready for the challenge of kindness. He peers out at the world through eyes too big, too dark to be human. His body is muscular and tan and hairy where it should be, but more so than the usual man. He is tall and looms over his company like a bear looms over its prey. He is gruff and harsh with words. His attempts at poetry sound like barking orders. His hands are too large and too strong to caress. He cannot be gentle because he does not know his own strength. He howls when he cries because he cannot express the pain he feels. He wants to be human but knows that he isn’t. So how can beauty transform this beast…into a man? She caught his eye like a hunter’s snare catches the animal. She pulled him close and tried to find the human inside. She stroked his hair and combed out the tangles. She listened to his poetry And it sounded like heaven to her. She took his hand and let him caress her She did not complain when he was too rough Or when his smiles began to frighten her. She followed his orders and yet She howled when she cried because she could not express her pain. She wanted to help him but instead he had transformed her Into his very own beast.
© 2008 SaraAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 16, 2008 AuthorSarathe great plainsAboutHey all Ive been on hiatus for awhile. Hope everything is going swimmingly. more..Writing
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