October 6, 2014


I will be a flutist
Standing in the trees
With the lions and tigers
Stalking past my knees;

You, my naked lady
Languid on a couch -
Is the tiger standing,
Or is it in a crouch?

Enormous tropic blossoms
Open in the heat;
Your hand is out toward me,
The pipe I play is sweet.

You have no need to answer
If things are as they seem.
The scene will last forever,
A moment and a dream.

Published: The Lyric, USA, Summer 2014

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