Silver streams of light pour over me as I stand (rigid),
fabric billowing like current behind.
The Bull circles, muscles like rippling stone
(waits to pounce, o' tenacity).
A histrionic roar splits the sky,
like a makeshift engine revived.
All gears moving,
grinding,
calling for oil to soothe its aching joints.
Precious onyx glistens from within sunken sockets.
Every nerve ending tenses,
bracing for incoming attack.
We dance a dangerous tango,
of clashing swords and strange waves,
of instinct and desire.
I see him, recognize my fate
within the void that croons its siren song.
He sees me, accepts the nebulous pull
between us.
For the first time, he is both prey and predator,
pirouetting for asylum and control.
War god he is,
hunter he knows;
but I am Beast Tamer,
am Gazelle with dragon's breath.
The curtain falls and the Bull dives,
disappearing
behind the crimson like a napping flame.
