Monday, December 5, 2011


 I sense your presence
You are close behind me
I inhale your musky aroma
Moisture seeps through curls of velvet

The night was calm, until you came
My feathers smooth and unruffled
My laughter guileless and innocent
Until you came

You brought with you the thunders,
of the rainstorm
How ivory pulsates unabashedly,
as it sings warrior-songs of urgency.

Now that you are here,
The trail is enhanced with midnight dust

Breathing softly down my back,
Sharp teeth raise scallops along pliant ridge
Waken, waken, to my sleeping tiger!
Kindle the flames of my reluctant hearth

Your quivering finger in solemn quest,
blazes path to the heavy place where all roads must converge