Tiger I

Last night
a little tiger
gently licked
my fingers

today she pads
her careful way
white hot stripes
barring her skin

she paces back
inside her own
familiar jungle

me nolonger
to her taste.


John G.Hall(C)2005


Tiger II

the clips of our sleep
turned glitter to soot

from crying of release
warmth was captured

my sorry reply
sorely missing

nothing but
your heart

your eyes
your heat.

John G.Hall(C)2005