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;
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 and
stopped for.
something sniffed and
often picked
even hidden behind fences
in your neighbor’s yard,
even hidden behind metal and
further than that and

in a vine of  labyrinth
warning thorns.



happy full moon.


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