Catopuma Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Catopuma—
My way through the night
Is a moon’s haze back dropped
In the great gray-blue
Like the discreet of your gaze,
Not gaudy but a
Lovely subtle sinful, and
I’m stirred within,
The beast of me stretches and
Strains its rubbery
Bands flex and roil.
Come into the cave of me,
You say, and I’m drawn to you
Like a meat cleaver driving
Through and through end for end.
I want your vicious, Oni,
I want to scour my savagery
O’er you like the ultimate pang,
Scald you to the wildest cuisine,
Cruelest instinct of my dream
Where the sun is silent,
Where the moon is gravy
And I’ll have you, take you
To sate my nefarious salver of you
©2009 j.a.o.a.

©2009 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga