Hunt // ExigenceA Poem by rabbitinasnowstormthis poem is primarily about the hunter and the hunted. it showcases the addiction of the hunt for both parties involved.Hunt // Exigence
Like a rabbit in a snowstorm I could hide for fear of hunters But darling, I was born for you, Your scent of lust and bullet dust.
When red ink slides the barrel cold, cocked, and in the dark’ning haze the air through which our lyric veins is etched against your piercing gaze.
My heart batters the roof of my mouth, I spit it out. Bloodshot, gunshot, once even slingshot body and dreams haze and the world begins to fracture, I drop down to the wet-crunched paper, bleeding, smiling.
Darling, I have loved this lonely hunting ground that blinds, cocoons and holds to hide me. Gradations of white have tolled, thund’rous, Furious, and I have calmly licked my smoking fur.
But wounds heal and my coat slips over air that ‘tween ink and paper lies once bloodshot, gunshot, slingshot.
Spotless skin that arms me begs for you to tear it, And empty sheet that binds me begs for us to burn it.
In a stopgap cell of snowflakes, smoke, we run to chase the warmth of a living darkness in this dreamless, endless heaven.
Scarred, I am an addict, true Unwanting to rid my grounds of you So I falter, fall to ink-stained hearth through storms to hear our hammering hearts.
Oh darling, know the next will be another day and battle, Our stopgap cell’s become a home Of snowflakes, blood and wisps of smoke. And I will always fight to lose, bleed profuse, scar, bruise then heal through gritted pain and ask
Darling, Shall we hunt again?
© 2016 rabbitinasnowstormAuthor's Note
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