Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Lover - an early piece

Lover

  
What is it that makes me tremble
When you’re around or call my name
Like a primitive pheromone
That speeds quick to my brain
Causing it to weaken,
Skin to tingle, Heart rapidly beat,
Only to be sated when
We mingle ‘pon the rumpled sheet.
  

Ariel
Jan 15, 1989

a Tiger poem; actually, the start of them. What you find in bookstores!
State Street, Salem OR - from city library archives.
This piece has two titles Lover/TigerEyes.

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