Within you - Without you

Deep within each of us beats a primal part that usually lies slumbering. Occasionally it will rear it's somewhat ugly head, road loudly and then quietly subside while the ramifications of its raising take hold around it.

More and more frequently, the beast roars nowadays.

It prowls, it stalks, it never rests, it never gives peace.

It's not the hunting itself that's important. It needs the prey to survive. Without the prey, there is no need for a hunter. Without the hunter, the prey is void of desire. Easy satisfies the other, each completes the other.

It screams when I'm within you.

It cries when I'm without you.

It lusts for the next long hunt.