the hunt

the hunt
 
1. predator
the famished coyote
circles my house
asleep i stir
puzzled by haunting dreams
coyote follows
my footprints
on snow
to her doorstep
my doorstep
to her
this thin january
his heart howls a song
on a melting snow drift.
the blue eyes
of his own trickery
led him astray
the hunt fails
cold jaw
hollow teeth
snapped on resilient bone
i stir,
rest my hand on her chest.
our heartbeats still mime.
2. winter
the winter is long
the hunt an old habit
the winter will return
the hunt is never done
the scent of blood
suspended in the air
magnetic pull
and push of moon
in a lover’s mind
the last line
never written
 
 
©1998paulodacosta
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