my tiger lies untied
under white linen
blanketed in fur
lone purr of abandonment
refracting sight
claws retracted into
purple night of abstraction
as the hot tongue of a puma
licks the horizon
thrums of passion
colouring sheets
lonesome paws in need
of amelioration
to shed forsaken skins
in silence
Sally A Mortemore 2022
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