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
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.
to a point where you were not mine
Shade like a shadow
I melted into the background
turned to scenery
I watched your prowl from the scrub.