Hunting Coat

Last night, you gave to me
a brand new hunting coat.
I put it on and I felt your love
wrap around my throat.

The night air felt so cold
as we stood on your balcony
and I realized: it’s you who’s hunting me.

Last night, you gave to me
a hunting coat made of furs.
I put it on and I went outside
to hunt for other girls.

But every girl I saw
just made me ill at ease.
Was I hunting her or was she hunting me?

I get to feel so out of place,
lost inside of this hunting chase.
The woods are thick, the shadows are long,
and I can’t remember what spurred us on.

Last night, I came to you
just before the dawn.
The lights were off on your balcony
so I lay down on the lawn.

And ants crawled in my pockets
and squirrels chewed at the seams.
I was a hunter at night, but the night was hunting me.

Well maybe one day, we’ll find a place
somewhere in this hunting chase.
And we’ll be one in the game that we play:
lover into lover, predator into prey

Tam Lin