They say I disappear.
I can be
“Intimidating”
Not just give you the
cold shoulder,
But can fucking freeze
you out.
You see, my default is
rather feline.
Though I yearn for companionship,
I am quite content,
satisfied and fulfilled being alone.
And yet…
Sometimes when I lift
my eyes in your direction,
the insatiable hunger
of fire can suddenly
flash and lap you up
in its heat.
It threatens to burn
everything in its wake
as my eyes dance over
you
like a cat toying with
its prey.
So I try to spare you,
try to keep my energy
contained.
But I admit at times
it escapes in a moment of carelessness
and flickers like flame.
Sometimes I get so
tired of holding
this raging passion under
my skin,
that when I think I’ve
met a worthy match,
I long to let her out
to play.
But please don’t be
fooled by my flirtatious dance.
Know that I will never
let you own me.
So don’t try to bridle
me,
or put me in any
fucking stall.
I don’t want your ring
or your name.
And certainly need no
hero.
If I feel the heat of
your brand,
I will smile and nod
as I gracefully evade your
grip.
Skittish and frisky,
I’ll simply prance
away.
Though I sometimes
tire of dancing alone,
miss the warmth of
body heat in my bed,
I prefer the
loneliness of being alone,
for loneliness is much
more painful
while pacing the fence
line of a failed relationship
gazing longingly at
the open green outside.
I’m not sure I’ll ever
be ready to be contained.