Our meeting was planned,
though I was unaware of what it would entail,
the greeting,
the small talk,
all normal in passing but with an underlying pressure,
like two apex predators sizing each other up,
attempting to determine who will devour who,
or whether the fight would even be worth it at all,
she spoke with a careful and calculating tone almost overshadowed by practiced exuberance,
while mine held its usual calculating malaise,
but when our eyes met it was like fire,
wild, uncontrolled, and hungry,
we could both see it yet our game persisted,
Dancing around one another as if knowing one step too close and the other would strike,
it was enthralling,
every moment was exciting yet terrifying in the most primal of senses,
as if every part of my being was warring with myself as whether to run or embrace her,
and she revelled in this,
eventually we parted,
both still breathing and untouched,
yet I could see the glint in her eyes,
the cunning and hope at another attempt,
it drove me wild with fascination and infatuation,
I look forward to our next deadly dance,
perhaps this time, I will be the one to take the lead

© With clipped wings