A Friend of A Friend
She was like a doe in the mouth of a lion
instincts splintered, admiring the contour of his teeth
Deep inside surged a river of quivering alarm
she could sense, but not recognize
She believed it was love she tasted
while he admired his reflection in her eyes
So she tripped, knitted her crooked perception
into a memory quilt she forgot to read
and never bothered to memorize