She held her distance, mild and sweet
Then stepped lightly into their midst.
Out of curiosity? Out of need?
Out of the desire to breed gone bad?
But the lightness of being drew her close;
The taste, the reaction,
And the eyeful of temptation
All the staring into the dazzling bright,
And the need to be around skin and bones;
A voice not her own.

And deep into the caring, she recalled
Just why she had shied away,
As she strives to stop trying
To even understand, to cool her want
Ands simply bask in the brief attentiveness allowed.

But now
sorrowfully bleeds the
Heart of mist that
Falls into the deep red crush that
Leads into the pain of loss and caring.