his smile, a hint of male tiger
a tinge of seduction
lingering on his lips,
pursed as a pearl
that pause of dominance
deep, double deep melody
rising and falling between
airy breaths on sounds
rehearsed in the
play of the gods?
his poetry ran raw
and succulently sweet
distilling our universal
desires into seductive
metaphors we dream to live
and own in our bodies
his call, his presence
beckoned me—
my soul took flight
and fancy
a gentle, quiet applause—
he stopped-
he looked and said “thank you”
with his tiger smile
with his tiger smile
Kat
19 January 2015 ©
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