By Charles Robert Lindholm

like a raptor chasing lunch
or a missile locked on target
zooming into you
would be so easy to do
it’s a basic instinct
of my gender

but I’m not
a hunter seeking prey
I’ve never ever
been that way 

it’s attraction not promotion
like the moon upon the ocean
pulling waves upon the shore
you have to want what’s in my store

like a fire needs a flame
and a moth feels just the same
drawn by inner yearning
to a heart within that’s burning

racing to my light
is the proof
that it is right

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