Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Wild

Stripe me like a Bengal tiger,
Spread your wet paint brush across my shoulders, down my back.
Stroke your lines in daring arcs, and smack
Your hands in two palm prints against my cheeks.
Release
Your feathered thoughts in plumes of blue,
Beak your way to preen in grease,
Sheathe my arms in papered tubes,
And grow me wings where once my fingers grew.



Wild II
Stripe me like a Bengal tiger,
Spread your wet paintbrush across my shoulders, down my back.
Stroke your lines in daring arcs, and
Smack your hands in two palm prints against my cheeks.
Release
Your feathered thoughts in plumes of blue.
Beak your way to preen in grease,
Sheathe my arms in papered tubes, and
Grow me wings where once my fingers grew.


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