I see my panther lolling in
moonlight...
On your gleaming back is the
lunar sheen
Delineating your shoulders
(muscles and bones), rolling..
In your iridescent eyes,
greenish-white-gray, I see
A thoughtful cross between
tenderness and hunger,
Keenly approaching me now.
I can't help but wonder
What you really seek?
Besides a home, all the
familiar longings? A dream, perhaps? In
me?
Should I be afraid of all your
perfect cat muscles, spy-like,
Advancing? Yet deep down I know
That you can never be more than
a match for me--
Too much of a kindred spirit,
nearly a twin--
Almost a brother.
Panther bones rolling
Glistening in a moonlight night
Only towards me.
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