Wedding Day Blues
My wedding day is special because
I stalked the prey
baited the trap
lured her unsuspectingly
out of the thicket
into the openness of love.
Circled stealthily her resistance
creeping ever closer,
listening to the thunder
of her beating heart,
feasting on the scent
of her unknowingness.
Slowly – ever quietly –
romancing the moment,
etching into memory
every blade of grass,
change of wind,
hint of distrust.
She gazed at me,
sun glinting off the towers
of a future’s distance,
awaiting fates moment.
I sprang forward
terrified at her acceptance
of my pursuit.
I had set the trap
for her
and walked right into it.
John G. Lawless
2/23/2016
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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