Pick Your Poison


I want to hold on to that great glowing globe
With my bear hands,
But I am told that the Sun
Is miles away.

I want to taste the poison of light
On my furry pelt.
But I am told that right now
I should enjoy this dark hibernation.

I want to curl up with a slender bodied doe
In my Goliath's grasp.
But I am told that she will be my meal,
And my wants will devour her entirely.