trophy hunting

feelings published

in its most intimate manner

like a wild game you wish to play

for recreation



a face, an expression so familiar

screenshot and framed

marked as a victory




this is how you wish it would take place

your craft of catch and release

the last words you leave were merely traces

traces you manage to quench

senses on what you could fish from the good game





perhaps my intent of reciprocation

will always be listed on page 1

before any spark was created

my gift has been always yours to take

even before you started luring




perhaps this too, is a goodbye I seek

as you kept and display this story once told

an adornment of your public persona

the least you can do was to keep me well groomed for

this exhibition of success

in your game room


as my pretty head stood by grace