Timid and tremulous as
amber tiger eyes
Nestled in silk & mosquito netting.
Lips flutter as softly as
butterfly wings-
Sprinkling fairy dust across satin cushions,
Trading flight for monogamy.
Hands and Thighs flex, scream,
sigh-
Ripple in acceptance as
eyelashes whisper,
Casting secrets to the wind.
Strength sapped away,
Lulled by visions of immediacy-
A cascade of promises
to veil our doubts and fears.
Still we attempt to avoid
wading through memoirs,
Unable to accept this metamorphosis.
Pray for a white-knuckled release
and the chance to resurface.
