The Distant War Drum

The Wilderness

Inside

Beckons me

Into the Deepness

Of my Mind

A Rhythmic Thumping

Luring me further

Into the Jungle of synapses and dendrites

With my eyes Dark

I can See the Jungle dwarfing me

Up, up, up

To Nothing

Or Everything

My Mind won’t let me go there

…just yet

Awestruck with a tinge of fear

That I Possess within me

Such Magnitudes

Of Twisting and Twaining

Depths and Wilds

Here on the Jungle floor

In the dim light that drifts down

Through the thick canopy of grey matter

I, myself now, idle and content in my life,

Slowly crunch the dead leaves beneath me

Walking cautiously Towards the Beating Drum

Sounding in the Distant,

Never getting Closer,

But Never Fading Away….

Suddenly, a bit of fear, within my chest

A sensing that Something is near,

That none of my senses can detect

I stop momentarily, debating to run

Onward or Back

When I see Her--

All at once

From Nowhere

To Everywhere

She Fills the Path before me

me

me as She

She is me

But the words don’t make sense

And the Concept is Strange

She stands before me

As me

But not me

Taller

Somehow

Bigger

In Every Way.

She is More Muscular than my pizza fat

She is More Shapely than my sedentary ass

She is More Upright and HeadStrong

Than my slouched, downcast shame

She is pale like the Moon

And sporting his Smirk

An All-Knowing Cocky Smirk,

Like She’d Found me

Or Lured me Here.

She is Scantily Clad and Barefoot

A Creature in

Or Queen of

This Jungle

And all about Her, a Mane of Copper Red,

Like the Mightiest in the Pride

Though She doesn’t move, and She doesn’t speak,

I Fear Her.

And She Knows It.

If I am Her and She is me

Why should I be scared?

Logic seems foreign

In this tangled wilderness

But here I am

She steps Closer

I step Back

She moves

Slowly,

Steadily,

Like a Lion Pouncing

And I feel

A deep dread

Like an antelope

Gauging how Fast he can Run

Backwards

Towards home

But I shouldn’t be afraid

I Reason

And I, me now,

Stand Firm against my better judgements,

As She, this wild untamed me, Moves

Slowly and Steadily Towards me

Smiling Slyly, Savoring success

She is directly in front of me

The Distant Thumping Now Filling my ears

It is Her Heart

Our Heart

Of Passion and Fire

Beating,

Ferocious,

Vicious to be Freed

Her Smell

An intense musk laced with gardenias

Her Eyes

Filled with Life,

Filled with Power,

Like the Crashing Blue Waves against a Rocky Shore

Her Taste of Blood in my mouth

Like a Fresh Kill

That Fuels this Wildcat Within

She Moves one step Closer

Touching me, but not

To my Surprise,

And Her Surmise

We Merge like Two Rivers Collide

The Same Particles, the Same Waves

Save for a few Dominate Atoms

Of Hers

Some of mine

We slowly Bind Together

A feeling of Absolute and Totality

Not the Journey’s End

But a Strong step towards Salvation

And She is No More

And I am No More

And Here Stands

Where We were

A Whole and Complete Being

With Viciousness and Compassion

With Lust and Logic

With Ferocity and Temperament

Calculating and Illuminating

I Awaken into This World

The Mightiest in the Pride