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
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