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