Part 1-3: Juxtaposed

Part I: An open dialogue between a wolf and his maybe prey 

Conversations take place 
       all the time 

   Who will be the predator 
     and prey, for the purpose 
          of this poem
      let’s twist things around 

   A lone tiny sheep walks 
        in front of a Sigma 
  curious, fearless, and queries
“What would you like to do to me?”
   green eyes immediately 
focus on this newly sheared sheep 
    not a single patch of wool
        with the perfect body 
            size for an ideal 
                     appetizer 

  The Sigma’s mouth begins 
 to water instantly while
     he briefly assesses 
this snack which literally walked 
   brazenly to request his desire, 
       animalistic intents persists 
  a myriad of options reside 
     in the wolf’s brain 

  The sheep’s optics 
     blinked quite a few times 
  think, cartoons of the 80’s 
    blinking, a genuine smile,
 and the ability to patiently 
      wait for an answer
      silence persisted 
  for several moments 

    The mouth of the wolf 
 started to open, then quickly
   closed in a paused thought 
    before these words were spoken:
  “Why do you want to know 
       what I would like to do to you?”

  The sheep replies in a soft spoken 
  tone: “I’m curious; I want 
      to know what your thoughts are. 
  
   Will you completely 
        devour me whole, 
 would you take your time and play 
  with me until I relent, 
        do you even 
            want to taste me? 
     Look at my 
  flesh, I’m perfect 
    at this exact moment. 
        And I’ll ask again; 
  what do you want to do to me? 

      I really want to know.”

  The wolf walks right to the sheep 
wide smile, tongue hanging out, 
    and eyes that say: “hell yeah
         to all of the above…”

Part II: Ravaged. What have you done to me? 

The monologue of the Sigma

 Poor little lamb 
    you boldly walked 
 into my den 
   I did what I’m built to 
 and you asked 
   truly clueless of you 
 I’m not meant to be underestimated
   
   poor 
       stupid 
    little 
      lamb 

       no one has power over me 
   NO ONE 
  
   In my eye line 
this is something you wanted, what,
   thought you would test me?
 I cannot be tested 
    it’s truly impossible 
       I’m void of emotion 
    and extraordinarily impenetrable 

 It’s quite tragic really 
    I like your brazen style
  it’s why I did not devour 
     you complexly 

 I mainly played with you 
  tasted your sheared flesh 
    I thought it would be fun 
 my teeth barely broke skin 
   had you been any ordinary lamb 

   I would have feasted 
  there would be no question 
   your body would not be here 
you’d be chewed, ruined, 
   and consumed 

 And believe me, you would’ve 
    been the perfect two bite snack
  not a trace of your carcass 
     at all, even the chewed bits 
  of bone swallowed whole 

Part III: Vulnerable, shattered, afraid

The most inner reflection of the lamb 

I don’t like it when my vulnerabilities 
  are exposed — when the shame 
         bubbles start to pop 

 What was I thinking? 
I’m so confused, my defenceless 
  idiocy distilled me as perfect prey
 
 I allowed you to desecrate my body 
   with your mouth
  you made me feel wanted 
     and released me in the fashion 
          I’ve not felt 

I remember bits of words: 

     “I could just take a bite        
        right here.” 

   “Mmm, the perfect shade 
          of pink.”

    “I think I’m going to lick 
         and torture you mercilessly, 
      play with you for a long while 
   before boredom ensues 
        although, mmm, I appreciate 
              this flesh.”

   It’s truly obvious 
      I know NOTHING! 

What the fuck was my thought 
    process? Asking a wolf…