You’re predisposed to attracting the wild.
I’m not deceived by your far-off gaze
or the canted edges of your smile.
The gods confer—perhaps they are beguiled
enough to send the animals your way.
You’re predisposed to attracting the wild.
The geese and rabbits shadow you awhile
as we converse or kiss—they can’t but stray
to the canted edges of your smile.
With this, you resurrect the god of wine,
the moribund branch, the shriveled grape.
You’re predisposed to attracting the wild.
In Eros / Thanatos, you grant new life—
Prometheus flickers in your gaze
and the canted edges of your smile.
I can’t resist the revels—half a child,
half a beast—who needs the right to say:
You’re predisposed to attracting the wild
with the canted edges of your smile.