Inside of sinews and bone, an adventure is unfolding, unfurling, revealing itself. I climb into the space between our words, waiting to be discovered. Wooing his demons, dancing around them, tempting them further and further into the open. Into the light.
I rest for a moment in the eye of the hurricane as he circles me, contemplating.
He’s a hunter on safari within his own mind, stalking monsters that live in the shadows, catching them one-by-one. But not to slay them, no; to try them on. To slip into their skins and inhabit their ferocity.
The mischievous glint in his eyes warns me a new creature is springing to life, taking shape inside him. I can’t help shivering at the slow curve of his savage smile. It’s slightly exciting, somewhat arousing, and completely terrifying.
I suspect this unknown animal has sharp teeth. Vicious claws that poke and scratch. A rough tongue and a menacing growl, along with the softest fur and a comforting purr. He considers me with crazed bloodlust, yet inflicts his sweet tortures with swiftly calculated precision, always holding something back. I can see the battle behind his eyes: does he trust me enough to let go? Does he trust himself?
I take a deep breath and let my body settle into position, back arched, bottom pushed up and out, inviting. I look at him over my shoulder, wordlessly giving him permission to let loose, praying he will unleash himself. Hoping today is the day I finally meet the beast.
Beautiful words. The best I’ve read in quite some time. Your posts are somewhat magical. You are most definitely someone worth reading more about Tonya. I do hope to read about your future endeavors.. Until next time…take care.