hunting

i am a bold burgundy

translucent curve

pinging with the sensual “ooh”

that echoes through the winds -

supple muscles

rolling under the striped skin

of a bengal cat -

i move into infinity

and sing the ambiance

of the jungle birds

and crickets -

the forest is steel and concrete -

she waits somewhere

eyes wide high in a tree -

i will slink

fold

blend

drip

through the animals

absent-mindedly guarding her

with their ignorance

and day-to-day sufferance -

and when i finally pace around her trunk

growl and look up

there will be only my eyes

through the veil of me

sex in seeing

wisdom in the inevitable

touch