I wrote this during Lent of sophomore year. Strange, because I wrote it in religion class then finished it in the very beginning of mass. Quite a bit of innuendo in here. I think it's kind of stupid, and I have no idea where it came from, but what else is new?

premise: a hunter gets lost in the woods and finds a small shack. Inside is a beautiful and seductive woman. He must make a decision.

THE HUNTER (paradox)

When she touches me, my skin burns

but aches where she passes over.

Her touch is cold and dead,

but brings life and joy to all who receive it.

Does her kiss bring death

or does her curse give life?

Shall I yearn for or fear her?

Is she a god or a demon,

Does she want my life or my death?

She is a haunting paradox

that burns within my soul.

I cannot make a choice;

it is not mine to make.

Her footsteps echo in my heart

and her whisper warms my ear.

She touches me, but I can't decide

to pull her in or push her away.

She kisses me deep with lust and passion;

the choice is made and I fall to her.

Her body belongs to me,

but my mind is in her grasp.

I cannot match the speed of my thoughts.

Her screams sound far away now as I wonder,

"Am I truly the hunter?

Or is she?"