“Long have you hunted me. Long have I eluded you…”

Or is that too strong

for this dance we step to?

The shivers up my spine.

The moments of utter spaciousness,

where I shrink

almost to nothing

before an enormous you

That hunting feeling,

as though you’re everywhere,

and I have nowhere to run,

nowhere

to hide

But how I try

How I seek to escape your hunting of me

But how can I evade

the deepest part of me?

How can I hide

from the moments that pass

in the seeming blink of an eye?

Why would I want to?

Why am I so afraid of Love?

moonrise

rippling on the water

of high tide