His eyes were vulnerable

Dark and  glowing strangely

This can’t be happening

He should not desire her

She knew his determination

Neither could recover

Not that age where

you could fall and get up

with out an injury

to pride or reputation

He relied on his talent

to conjure

He probably thought

when he is done

He could make it all respectable

The pensive air pervaded

those hunting days

She refused to be the prey

With that  fluttering heart

stubborn honesty

She became someone

else’s prey….


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