Prosetry in Motion
a love affair with words
July 25, 2014
Tiger, My Tiger
vibrates thinning air
fans swaying with solitude
shallow weeping heard
My Tiger leapt from above
fed on salty tears
soft light swirling dry sawdust
kissed sleepy moist lips
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