I Am Prey
Daylight stalks its poised victim
under the milky retina of morn
My eyes close tightly yet not in slumber
I bask
somewhere between the pleasure and pain
that only the hunted know.
While my hunter gains ground an inch at a time,
slithering between finger
branches of serpent hues
in hypnotic dance between gold and shade;
I long to sway to its rhythm.
Sunshine cautiously drapes every leaf and blade
creeping ever closer to my shadowy refuge
it bides its time
waiting to strike
and I eagerly await its coiled sting.
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