Mon Animale

Sun… Sun… warmth. Heat. The sky, in an everlasting blue. And grass. Oceans of grass. So low to the ground that we can see patterns upon the blades of grass.

We run together- a harmless, breathtaking challenge. I fall back slightly, and let him take the lead. He bounds ahead of me, smug and elated. I crouch, then leap forward and ahead of him. He bares his teeth at me; I toss my head haughtily and emit a low and seductive purr in response.

There’s a clearing in the field. I can smell water, hear it’s whispering trickle. I close my eyes and allow the sighs of the water to lead me to its edge. There, I exhale deeply and lie down, enthralled by the infusion of the sweet scent of the grass and the heavy redolence of the water. He catches up to me, and I can sense his mood- he’s slightly dismayed that I’d bested him. I open my eyes, and he’s standing over me. The sun is directly above him; the juxtaposition of his dark skin against the sun and the sky cause my eyes to glow. He is absolutely majestic. Our eyes magnetized, his nature engulfed me. Our breathing became heavy and deep. My mouth began to water, and I closed my eyes. I understood that the vast pool of water beside me would not quench me. Only he could soothe the thirst pulsating, gnawing through my being. His soul began to hum; only I could decipher it’s sound. Come closer, my flame beckoned. He heard, and stalked closer to me. I reached out, pulling, dragging him into me, my eyes fixated on his in another silent challenge. Come… closer. Come closer… Come into me.

My eyes opened.

I was naked and human. Looking at myself, I wondered how I came to be. I navigated a new kingdom with a new body, and new purpose. I had a voice that spoke a language those about me understood. I stood on only two legs. My teeth were not as sharp, as lethal. But my nature was still dangerously keen. Senses intact, I would survive this new life in this newer world.

But him… where is he?

I can sense his existence, though I don’t immediately know where he is. Still, he makes my mouth water. Distance- it is nothing. I can discern the subdued cries of his body for mine. I can sense that he hungers for me, like he hungers for no other. Our natures are forever cemented.

And as for me- the men do seem to fear me, and for good reason. They do not contain the capability to correspond with the nature of my sex. They are lesser prey, and are terrified of me. The audacious do venture upon me to seek audience, but eventually retreat in resigned silence once it is understood that we aren’t the same animal. But him… I reminisce about the way he looks at me. His incessant hunger for me begets intrigue, which begets tenacity, which begets fixation, which begets fearlessness. I bear my teeth- he laughs. I growl and snarl a warning, he listens and is not afraid. I maneuver to attack- he stands still and speaks to me softly. We journey to opposing spectrums of this earth, but always come back. We return to remember… to remember what it is like to bask in the presence of an equal, a mate… to remember what it is like to dwell in our true habitat which lies only within the other. Me, Him. He feigns confusion about why he returns to me time and again. He pretends to misunderstand the fire that begins and dwells between the two of us. But I won’t ever tell him why, I don’t have to- we’re the same animal, mated.