Showing posts with label metaphor man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metaphor man. Show all posts

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Hunt(her)


She said to me the strangest thing,

I want to smell her alone-
away from the others
out of the masked scent
of deer and leaves-

The muse has her motives.

I am still
here
for you to pick up
the web-line
and feel me
waiting
for you
to find me
First.

I must warn you,
to not go too far or listen in too deep for
the Metaphor man who
speaks with more than his tongue.

It takes a second.

Imagine how he looks
back,
being a target is merely
one point to shoot for.




Painting by J. Alden Weir, 'Hunter and dogs' c. 1912 in [Public domain].

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