The Hunt

I have hunted for the black antelopes
stags and musk deers
in the remote corners of my dark continent
forest people with nightmare trees
bogs and silences of the devoured animals
for I wanted to bring you
luminescent deer skins sunlit eyes of the wild cats
and my own head trophied and stuffed

With my primitive wooden spear
I have fished for the fish fleshy and fat
in ambiguous swamps coves and marshes
as I wanted to bring you
bittersweet blood of the freshwater fishes
to moisten the deserts of your lips

I have hunted for the snow white polar bears and lazy seals
in the wilderness of my ice age heart
I wanted to bring you the silken furs
to keep your milkwhite breasts warm with love

I wanted to hunt the dark shadows
of the nameless predators prowling silently
in the haunted tropical forests of your eyes
and lay their dead skins and time worn bones
at your feet


I have hunted for you
in the labyrinthine streets of this haunted place
for I wanted to bring you
your ethereal reflection secretly concealed
behind the long dark lashes

of my eyes

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