Hot breath of all desire
Leopard
rises straight high
a spirit wind, winged
beast awakened
instinct.
Poised on a cliff’s
steep jutting edge
with sharp claws
as pink as dawn.
Embodied writing, the
pale of me and your
molten leopard flesh.
Hot breath of all desire
splattered with pattern
Of wild rosettes.
A stealthy approach
sly leopard licks salt
of my flesh, feeding
On my sheer wild
nakedness -- bleeding
creation all over me.
Solitude of a leopard
joins passion.
Diane Dehler
Published in the Munyori Literary Review
http://munyori.org/
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