The Hunt

Did I make this too easy for you;
That I new what I wanted
And I wouldn't deny it?
Was the thrill of the hunt in truth
robbed of its bounty when
I refused to run from you?

If it's games you want,
Then you shall have them
Not for my sake, but
To honor your whims

If to have is to win,
Then I'll be a prize,
One you can't buy
For the weight of the world
Or the reach of the sky

Be careful your wish-
I'll grant it to you
I detest games
But I'll win if I choose

I'd sooner rob all mankind
Than fail deference to you
So make up your mind
Or I'll paint mine a cold hue
Not the blue of the sea
Nor the gray of the peaks
But the white of the snow
Humbly rejecting your love
Starving in protest
Of one bread that I need
A mirror of your light
With blades sharp
and unmoving
I'll cut your hands and feet
If you fall upon me

Soft as a blanket
An embrace like a sheath
I'll be your grave
Numb, absent of heat

If you won't have my warmth
Then I'll be your adversary
If this you desire,
You'll find no
resistance from me
Darling, not one threat
But mirror of your teeth
Revealing the the hissing
of words that you speak
Piercing bone and spirit
Shedding our blood- the same:
If it's pain you want,
Not loyalty,
not me