I met you as a wild animal;
I came to you more wolf than girl -
    wary of strangers, cautious from a young age.
My trust was a treasure too precious to give,
As it never seemed to return.
I was always prepared to break the link
That stretched, so tenuously, between us.
Perpetually ready to turn tail;
    to flee.

But there was never reason to do so,
For it was you who first held out to me
The precious jewel of trust.

With time, the bond between us strengthened;
You tamed me, taught me and befriended me
Without restricting my wild nature.

In turn,
I found that you were a quiet, cunning hunter.

    The seeker has lost her purpose;
    The one she seeks has been found -
    But her questions remain unanswered,
    And she finds that she is bound.
    The huntress became the hunted.
    Now the hunted one is caught.

But the wolf and I have no wish to be 'set free'.
We are free.
Why should we be separated from the one we love?

Posted 15 October 2004