Beautiful muscles against me
Hold me down

Hold my hand

I can feel the street in you
The cold, the darkness

And the joy, I love your joy
So proud, my panther boy
You invented swagger

And maybe sometimes arrogance
You prowl angry and alone

Such beautiful eyes, predatory
Death, ****** or love
There is no looking away

I understand freezing, struck, mesmerized

Yet I slide against you, delirious
You speak my language, our language
Beautiful wild thing

How could I love anything else?