The Elephant

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She tried in vain
to ignore him
but he filled the space
with his massive presence.

 
She paced the shadowed room,
a caged cat cool, calm
ready to pounce.
 
Every way she turned
she saw him
in his magnificent skin
the color of burnished leather.
 
He wore his unflinching desire
with pride, unashamed
a warrior dressed for battle
his powerful sword ready
to slay her, make her his.
 
She looked into his eyes
and with a heavy sigh,
surrendered.
 
The elephant between them roared in triumph.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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