THE HUNTER

pretty as a picture

he holds her secure

in the palm of his hand

the force of a gesture

devours every breathe

a relentless caress

forever, is one last kiss

a tiny red light, a float in the night

shadows outline it's conductor

relished in a smoke delight

the hunter's stance

leans with a framed intent

a stalker relents

crouching silent

this is clear

as a whisper in the ear

the hunter is precisely near

thrilled in every utter of the struggle

a cascade of links unravel

distant cries fall

a clatter of metal

pretty as a picture

he holds her secure

in the palm of his hand

the force of a gesture

devours every breathe

a relentless caress

forever, is one last kiss

Terry D'Arcy-Ryan