Willing Prey

I was willing prey
for the tracker
in your soul
you never had to lure
or trap me
in your hold

I was willing prey
for your arrows
in the dark
you never had to aim
to find me
with your mark

I was willing prey
for the hunter
in your blood
you shot right thru my heart
and left it
in a flood

By Sharon Frye
© 2005