A secluded warrior waits and watches.
It’s not his prey he’s stalking,
But his love for whom he’s patient.
A dozen times he’s nearly fainted.
Keeping his distance,
Out on a mission,
With an ear to the wind he listens.
Nose breathing feeling for scents.
On edge and relaxed ready to leap.
Should he take to his feet?
Battling his demons in between the seconds.
Wondering how with her’s she’s dealing.
Any instant now he’ll hit the ceiling
And awake aloft, somehow still breathing.
An angel with her hand on his heart, beating.
She laying beside him and he’s fixated.
He can’t remember having fainted.
But now he’s alive with her near.
There’s nothing more that he hasn’t conquered to fear.

3 March 2016