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Taken Out of Context (See: Wolf)

And I confess that I became afraid, very much afraid.
Whet, whet, whet, it went all day long. The look in his eyes
as he felt the keen edge and glared at me was positively carnivorous
.

Three days of rest, adrift as if in sleep’s
death, the body, a boat, oarless, whore to the current.
Three blessed days of rest are what I had, as if
days like men could be had. A long weekend
not unlike, bereft of fight and spite, the silent surrender,
nods hello, goodbye, the precise sealing of the door
morning—did I spell that right?-- and night
of our long, weak end.Watch out for squalls,

someone should have warned. I would have preferred—
I longed for--slams and slaps, the impact of wood
on wood, flesh on flesh, the weak end of a voice keening:
Why?. So I was not altogether surprised
when the squall foretold smote me
. Fitting
that I was smitten from the word go. It was the wolf
in him that I saw
. One might say he was drawn

to my red hood but that would only be clawing
the surface. Of course, we met in the woods.
Choose the obvious metaphor and apply it to forest.
He gulped the contents of my basket, raped me—
that old bait and switch as I no-ed my consent—
in my grandmothered bed. Yes! Yes! Out of context:
I am not a knife; he never whetted me.
As I writhed about I could see in his eyes (the end
of) that curiosity
: So this is who she is.

Meanwhile,he had done nothing but put his hand
upon my arm and squeeze. There had been no wrenching
or jerking
. Lust ought not be sublimated, nor denied,
he was heard to murmur through clenched fangs.
I tried to explain why I feared desire:
It reminds me too strongly of a rat in a trap.

Ah, but are you the snapped spine, or the frozen
mechanism, he slobbered as he squeezed my arm
harder. That, our once upon a time, my only onced,
my only uponed. It might have been worse, he smiled
which was kinder than the lie: And they all lived
happily ever after. Unsprung trap: 1 Desire: 0.

(Epigram and italicized text taken from The Sea Wolf by Jack London)