Futile Efforts

You do not understand
the churning of her mind—
I have seen her edge
& walked her back.

Leaving me would be
leaving a piece of rib
on the side of the road—
we are two of the same body.

She knows the love
of both the tiger & lamb
inside me—
wild & timid alternating
to suit the needs
of the day.

I know her viciousness
& am proud of its resolve—
its knife-edged certainty.

You could never
put a handle on her—
her ingenuity
needs space to roam.

The beauty of us is in
the shared, emotional mind—
a man parading as a woman
still doesn't possess
the duality of being
two separate things
at one time.

Understanding a wild animal
takes inner ferocity—
seeing parts of your own
untamed nature in them.

You do not hold
the strength or inner will
to keep her happy—
our animalistic sides
see each other as equals,

you are merely prey.