The living room was your first hunting ground.
Like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes
I watched you prowl these lands
unsure if I
was prey
or pride.
Pressed into every curve and line
flesh so tight
to planes I’d not thought to seek.
You were something else entirely
a fluidity of your presence stretched…
Beyond this livingroom.
Beyond us
to a point where you were not mine
but their’s.
Everyones.
Shade like a shadow
I melted into the background
turned to scenery
a prop.
I watched your prowl from the scrub.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Unsure if I was prey or pride.. What a tipping point in this poem.. Love what you did with the lines.
Thank you very much. 😊
a fluidity of your presence stretched…
Beyond this livingroom.
Beyond us
to a point where you were not mine… oh loved how you used the lines..
seems like you were the prey indeed… Love this write!
Thank you very much. I enjoyed your piece as well.
I love the story of being: Pressed into every curve and line
flesh so tight
And becoming a background ~
Very well done with lines, thanks ~
Thank you for the wonderful comment. 🙂
Most effective sensual poem that speaks of the fact that real love cannot be possessed or contained. Nice use of the lines.
Thank you, I’m glad you think so.
This is a tight write. – I love the way you fit the lines in and especially the fluidity one…it just works well. So many takes and all really are enjoyable to read. Thanks, Carol. Your handling of the prompt is inspiring.
Thank you for the fantastic comment, it’s wonderful to hear such lovely praise.
You made Anthony’s lines your own…smooth and insightful write.
There is a sense of loss..melting into the background..the scenery…a prop in everyday life..I think it is cool where you went with this prompt. I have been enjoying reading where our minds have gone tonight.
Thank you. It was certainly and interesting prompt to respond to. I shuffled my chosen lines around quite a bit before publishing.
So sad when women
become prey
or pride
instead
of Love
of GOD..:)
An interesting repose.
I melted into the background
turned to scenery
a prop….. my breath catches in my throat
Thank you, I’m glad that it could have such an impact. 🙂
This is excellent. You used the words in such a way that I would not even have noticed that they were the ‘imposed phrases’ unless I had read them as part of the prompt. Truly a meaningful poem…and such atmosphere! Bravo.
Thank you so much. I love the positive praise this piece is getting and such a fantastic comment really means a lot.
Excellent write. The used lines fit in so tightly. Sensual poem, incredible atmosphere to this.
Thank you. 🙂
Great incorporation of lines, they lived within your world as if born to it!
Thank you for the beautiful comment. I’m really glad you think so.