The thrill of the hunt bites
the heart and never lets go. Bleed
down the forest and disrupt
tranquility. Bundle of roses for the beauty
and a bow for the hunter. Two breathes
before onyx eyes and the 60’s forest dissolves
on your tongue and your shaky palms dive
into your own life festering on the rooted earth-
you’ll see the great adventure.
Saint's Muse 