Tigers

Blinking back the betraying morning,
I am aflame with my aching,
longing for longer nights,
where I am captive in your conscious,
coyly smiling at your conscience,
and letting you be beautifully bad.

A wise man once wished for me to never argue with tigers,
but as soon as I could walk,
I waded through the thick leaves of the jungle and found the one with the loudest roar.

I watched her deafen the skies,
the trees trembling at her temper,
and all of nature’s darlings fled as she promised to see them all in court.
I crept closer,
crumbling inside the cruel fingers of fate,
faithful to my obligation to disappoint my wise, old friend,
and disappear inside the jaws of my tiger.

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