A Word About Desire

Imagine the bull.
I have.
His breathing beats deep
rhythms that
thunder through you.
Feel the quake of
his heavy stride, see
his sleek, writhing muscles bunched
tight under the glistening coat,
his dark eyes centered
on you.

All that you are,
strange midnight mutterings
as you sleep dreams abroad,
above the stars, in the dark,
or below in ocean beds
waving dusk-colored fronds
across your bare back;
the way certain shades of blue
make your eyes water,
or the first rind of sun spreads
a smile across your face…

All that is you
is compressed
in a bright dart of fear,
all instinct and sweat,
as that hot-smelling animal
locks your gaze,
weakened predator,
then passes you by.

Adrenaline shocked and shaken,
ask me again about desire.