Borrow a Line of Cat

morning has broken...like the first dawn ...

moon has covered the shift well
the Eagle has arisen
he stands erect...chest thick and proud
ready to pounce...the maidenhead of sun
to grab yoni flesh with talons
and pull the prize close for the taking

but wait, this roll call is not routine
no, this is unfamiliar formation
something new and fresh...with hint of jasmine scent
a flower red...or creature of ground
sparkling like a jewel, the iris deep as Solomon's mine
and though he has soared high and far
his eyes have not before seen this creature
no, not in this life it seems

no, this time he pulsates with new life and vigor
a curiosity...
his loins are hot, the molten liquid ready...
a entire village submerge he could with ease
but this thing he would not vanquish no
rather keep for admiration.... for study and for frolic...
learn it's ways...write it's lesson's ... a passion play
drink daily from it's pond...lotus of honey nectar
let this creature have its way as it wishes
be at its command...ready to serve

yet weary from the past days' flight
see, an eaglet he is not
on this cold and misty morning
he simply wishes for a spot of warmth
and silky comfort
somewhere to place his head awhile

he could stay inside the warmth forever it seems
throbbing and releasing hot passion
throbbing and releasing hot passion
throbbing and releasing hot passion.....and

at the distant bus stop the eagle hears a voice call out
'Alex, is that you?'....'you've gotten so big'
this beautiful black young mother stands...proud booty round peaks
eagle grins an internal grin
yes, he says, yes I have

poem©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.