I’m a panther wearing
the sky at night
and it’s a slow stalk I
when I am resting
you see nothing.
when I am present
the first thing you notice
enter your floor:
yellow eyes like
gold hovering in front
of your nose and
a black velvet paw
lazily trailing its way
to your headboard
to rest her swords
right next to yours.

but in the sun

I’m thirsty.
let me finally be a rose
about it:
dew sprung,
rained on in
blood red gown,
arms up and
something always
noticed; something
stopped for.
something sniffed and
often picked
even hidden behind fences
in your neighbor’s yard,
even hidden behind metal,
even lined in
warning thorns.



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