during our jolly banter,
i saw a hidden panther in her eyes,
the truth when proved, was more than that,
in bed, with unquestionable masterliness.

the truth about the panthera cat

poor tiger
allowing the
fickle whims of life
usurp her grandeur
going with the flow
not going with her fire
allowing the pressure of 
the everyday
drive her
further and further
from what God intended her to be
she sees her stripes
her coat majestic
the beat of her heart
her eyes electric
she
now
sees
what
she was 
meant to be
she... is me.