i try to tame
runs snarling,
thinks she's prey
but fears the land
beyond the door
much more than anything.
so i brush her furnace orange hair
and stroke her slender shoulders
she coos and purrs
and barks and cries
and bears her pointed teeth,
but despite the lightning in her eyes
and rumbling in her throat i know
that in her heart i lie alone
and her, alone in mine.
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