The Swank Tiger
such eyes of gold as i have never seen
that turn attentions inward to the heart
and all the dreams of flesh that lie between
but still the skull contains my favourite part
and, ah, a mind i find quite like my own
reaching out for yet unknown sensation
and yet the surface silent as a stone
unless first tempted into excitation
and when excited, springing into motion
all kitteninish and purring like to pounce
a playfulness bespangled with devotion --
the essence of true love, by all accounts
with eager eyes aswirl like corybants,
i genuflect at his impassioned glance
#20 :: 06.16.00