Love Untitled 6
I hunt for the scent of you,
lope through the bushes
looking for signs, hungry again
for the rasp of your growl
against my sides, for the flicker
of your tail hidden in leaves,
for the pawprints you’ve indented
in mud and tattooed on my hide.
I find wild boar in the swamps,
otter in the mangrove roots,
and eagles hoarding space in
the tops of dead trees, but
I haven’t found you.
I am breathing hard now,
covering a lot of ground,
tearing at the underbrush,
hearing your voice in these
hallucinations in my mind as I
run toward ghosts that
shimmer in sunlight and
evaporate as I come near.
This lust that consumes,
that bubbles through the DNA
in my blood, this thirst for light
imprinted in every cell, this
vision of you that infests
my dreams and haunts my days
and drowns my moments
holds me hostage in these
searches beyond choice.
© Zen Oleary
December 7, 2004
