The hunter looking for his prey <br />took refuge on his tree <br />waiting - waiting - she on the way? <br />(The prey was you, the hunter me.) <br /> <br />The huntress looking for her prey <br />took refuge in her bush <br />waiting - waiting - night and day! <br />(The prey was I, you in no rush.) <br /> <br />Two victims crossed that single road <br />directions: East and West - <br />Hunter, Huntress, waiting to unload! <br />(Each waiting for the one: the best.) <br /> <br />The Hunter's arrow found the heart <br />prey's blood between the hips <br />bleeding, bleeding - poisoned dart! <br />(The prey still prayed - from dying lips,) <br /> <br />The Huntress flung her snagging net - <br />confused her helpless mark <br />spinning, twisting - the trap was set. <br />(Quiet, he lay waiting for the dark.) <br /> <br />By black of night, you bled to death <br />the arrow piercing through, <br />and I, the Hunter, lie still, no breath. <br />(Entangled in the web of you.)<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tangled-webs/
