Leopard Poem 14
Strawberries soaked in
dawn, pale this blood
of a poet. Leopard, I
feed you my veins; a
thrum of sex, you are
unfettered impulse.
Arcane beast, you live
me and I am you. I
see through passage
ways of your eyes and
follow a dusty road into
deep forest shallows at
the river’s edge, where
you drink my soul and I
remember you in
perpetuity.
Leopard of a thousand
stars, I am cloaked in
a sky of rosettes.
Your skin and claws
brined with power and
sated with a savage love.
I slip through cracks of
midnight, where smoke
of frankincense rises in
a ritual dance of self.
You are passion of a
secret hour, a flow of
human blood. A fierce
gift this breath of eternity.
Beware darling, I am
the wild of you.
Diane Dehler
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