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Nov 2018
There she lies, desouled
in the arms of a man
drifted away in the delight
      
he passed on to me
my skin intimately
tense everywhere, focused
      
all my nerves, automatical
the response of the animal
of my muscles
      
to the animal of his lust
which devoured me, ***
is dying in a wonderful way
      
if I dare, not fly away
spiritually, for fear of the tiger
that is about to devour me alive

I see myself lying
in the arms of my man
Up here, I'm safe

I'm still alive
Inspired by β€œTiger” (2018, Carole Sheehan), published on allpoetry.com

Collection "Freend"
Zywa
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