Friday, August 21, 2009

Tiger Love

That fiery tiger stalks the night,
as paws step lightly in the
forest underbrush,

whiskers twitch as
anticipations build.

Wild eyes search for
quick darting prey.

That fiery heart that hunts in the night,

Whose hands that holds love
at a distance,

lips which speak nothin'
more for want of less,

wide eyes searching the depths
of a man's soul,

That fiery tiger of love.


witten Feb 20, 1997