Day 33 of 50 Poems/50 Days

‘Tiger-lily’

We move like muscle,
the heartbeat of tigers,
to yield is to forget,
so we recite over and over.

She dances in figure-eights,
the left over the right,
sailing with the wind,
pushing against the ocean.

She is fire and I am water,
one meant to consume the other,
one breath to breathe over & over,
one scent to hold too close.

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