am I the hero, seeking,

tracing a path to some

dark, unknown center,

both hopeful and afraid?

or the maiden, waiting

to be found, trapped

until someone comes

to discover my need? 

perhaps I am the bull,

all appetite, a monster

dancing in wild circles

inside my own mind. 

our love is the string, 

that tenuous twine we 

use to entangle ourselves  

and find our paths free.