Yet, she steadies,
ears on and always steady,
a tenacious mistress,
we awake in South Bend,
all units secure
a frantic heave
from our bellies,
US-31 to the end
and finally the beginning
assignment complete,
our golden calf,
away from her I step.
Alone.
The tiger has awakened. I cannot control her. She’s been bound too long. Dormant. She’s hungry, aching for satisfaction and searching. Smells her prey. Wants to pounce. I try to hold her back, but she is too strong. When the right moment comes, she will attack. I must protect ...
C’mere, she says, lip and forefinger. Here is, depending on your looking-line, a brilliant stone, a mercurial moonbeam. How to play in her light, how to stay in her sight, how to dance without fright. Because Bam! Hot Damn! Dragon daughter, mother lover, quiet queen, She’s a ...