Never before so bestial,
That quick, passing glance,
Should she be
The only creature of consequence
Then I
Transfixed,
Labored of breath.
A deliberate scuttle,
Swaying,
Sheathed in imagination.
The air about her
Thick,
Permeated with brooding
and threat.
Harsh,
ominous growl,
or sweet,
cuddling mew?
Indifferent to curious eyes,
Longing arms
and palpitations.