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hunting

i am a bold burgundy

translucent curve

pinging with the sensual “ooh”

that echoes through the winds –

supple muscles

rolling under the striped skin

of a bengal cat –

i move into infinity

and sing the ambiance

of the jungle birds

and crickets –

_

the forest is steel and concrete –

she waits somewhere

eyes wide high in a tree –

_

i will slink

fold

blend

drip

through the animals

_

absent-mindedly guarding her

with their ignorance

and day-to-day sufferance –

_

and when i finally pace around her trunk

growl and look up

_

there will be only my eyes

through the veil of me

sex in seeing

wisdom in the inevitable

touch

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