“We Met In May”

forgive my panic
poking through
reaching out
grazing your skin
ready to gore

forgive the distance
I put between us
the boundaries
you cannot cross
to get to me

please forgive me
for my caution
my darling
for my aggressive
apprehension

I am your prize
you are my hunter
a cunning mutilator
camouflaged
concealed in the trees

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