Tangled in the damp weight of lax limbs,
hand on your thundering heart,
I follow my breaths into the humid space
our bodies have created,
inhaling the deep musky loam
of some primordial forest
lush with the sanguineous saline of life.
The chase has reached its denouement;
the blooded hunter and prey lie together
in a little death.
(c) RCGA 2013