jbard

I want to
take a sip 
of you;
slip through
the treasure gate
and locate pleasure spots.

TREASURE

Beyond his aggressive roar,
His fury is lame...he can't bite!
His voice might soar
But his temper is tame, his punch, light.
In his dream, he is a tiger
Yet in reality he is no fighter!

PAPER TIGER

I caught a butterfly.

I can hear your thoughts
Screaming through your stare.
I believe your doubt,
It’s hinged on logic.

Wait till you see my trophy,
Beauty expressed in brightness!
It’s a rare feat;
Magic merged with miracle.

I actually caught a real butterfly.