Post by Ken Corbett on Nov 5, 2004 14:56:26 GMT -5
You are the untamed beast
who prowls my steaming jungle.
I spy you in the morning
behind dew-laden leaves of leather,
loping softly down the twisting trails
of your territory,
driven by your dark purpose.
The air of your passage
is sweet, heady musk,
that parts the portals of my passion
and rekindles the smoldering flame
of my hidden longing.
I know you will enter my arbor
when the heat of sultry day is spent
and birds lift turquoise beaks
from under iridescent plumage
to climb into twilight sky.
We will share each other shamelessly,
shaping forms that shift and slip
in and out of symmetry,
until you regain the savage forest,
to re-establish domination
over your domain of chaotic fantasy
tinged with brutal reality.
who prowls my steaming jungle.
I spy you in the morning
behind dew-laden leaves of leather,
loping softly down the twisting trails
of your territory,
driven by your dark purpose.
The air of your passage
is sweet, heady musk,
that parts the portals of my passion
and rekindles the smoldering flame
of my hidden longing.
I know you will enter my arbor
when the heat of sultry day is spent
and birds lift turquoise beaks
from under iridescent plumage
to climb into twilight sky.
We will share each other shamelessly,
shaping forms that shift and slip
in and out of symmetry,
until you regain the savage forest,
to re-establish domination
over your domain of chaotic fantasy
tinged with brutal reality.
This is striking stuff.