June Issue: Hunting Game

My Hunt for Her

Her neck is the field wherein I hunt
My lips, my weaponry
Her love, my prey

I chase it down to her collarbones and
Lay low wearily at sundown
She is out for me too

A mere breeze carries my scent -
Mother, I am caught
Mother, I am loved

Puck, 17, Belgium.

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