she's no deva of mine no caterpillar concubine no cocoon consort no butterfly courtesan she's four tigresses in one suckling, wandering, denned and leashed And I'm following the track of them all She's my white tigress of Nanjing and though I haven't ever practiced kungfu nor qigong I have applied to be her jade dragon Or at least one of her green dragons In order to help her to reach one of her nine illuminations. So I fused my qi and ching and shen and turned myself into a Knight of the Order of the Porcupine and offered to gently tatoo with my quills Her ******* with a motto of invisible yet immortal ink saying : "Qui s'y frotte s'y pique" Written phonetically [kisifrotsipik]. I thought because I sat just like a buddha I was at that moment a buddha I thought that if I breathed like a green or jade dragon She'd let me have a bite at her immortality. No way, my tigress said : You just can't be and have been
