That ineluctable pull;
A meteor caught in a gravitational field;
Time ticks slowly by;
A wound that refuses to heal.
An indefatigable obsession;
Irresiatable scent of a female in heat;
A bee after sweet pollen;
Drawn to a fire’s salubrious heat.
White knuckles, unblinking eyes;
The itch longing simply to be scratched;
Sleepless nights, days forever;
The cheetah desperate for the precious catch.
Biding one’s time;
Take a deep draw, incautiously imbibe;
Cocking the hammer;
The potent call of the tribe.
Thirty gritted teeth;
A flock headed toward the Northern Pole;
Shallow, repetitive breaths;
The lure and danger of a white-hot coal.
A proof insoluble;
A reckoning of an account for goods long-sold;
A primal impulse;
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Here is another poem you may be interested in.
“Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold” © Jason Merchey 2018