Never ever call me that name again ever

Understood, poacher ?

You know ! This is one reason

I mark my territory,

I don’t give my flesh out easily

I have too much pain associated

With my birth name.

Write it down in capital letters

My name is PANGOLIN MUSE !

Want me to spell it for you ?

P – A – N – G – O – L – I – N  M-U- S - E !

PANGOLIN MUSE!

Stress on the first syllable just as mandolin, please !

That’ll be it for phonetics !

And don’t call me ever something else

whatever, will you ! I’m serious !

Weaned I am not yet !

Or I’ll Flame you with my stinky fluid,

Secretive scent from way over down there,

From my solitary underground burrows !

Or I’ll flame you with my sticky tongue,

Whoever you are

Under the bark !

Or I’ll flame you with eyes wide shut

You know I can hypnotize !

I’m no nocturnal Delicacy

I’m no red hot ant !

Wanna please me ?

You know what ?

Call me just Muse

And put yourself in position;

One Two Three

Scales in

Four Five Six

Scales out

Seven Eight Nine

Curl up

Ten Eleven Twelve

Roll baby roll

Let do the ant and pangolin dance

Stick that tongue out

And try to reach the furthest you can

but first are you willing to hear that old lullaby ?

Eyes naked

Claws Naked.

We have just started the initial steps.

Step one :

We are fully dressed still.

You’re the ant, I’m the pangolin, today !

Tomorrow, vice versa ! Or you’d rather try the contrary ?

Or you’d rather toss head and tails ?

On top or under the bark ?

Horizontal or vertical ?

Perpendicular or Parallel ?

We’re both the visitors of the same bark

Faraway Feathers of the same Wild Wordsmith

Who dreamt once ant and pangolin

So let’s start that ant and pangolin dance.

Now let me slide into you

Like a thirsty moon-mosquito

At the nape of your neck !

Or you’d rather have me

Dive into the very abyss of your niples ?

Let me soothe you softly with my wings of fire

Oh I’ve been yearning for so long

For those pomegranates of you

To quench my thirst

On those purple pillows.