Zywa In a wonderful way

There she lies, desouled
in the arms of a man
drifted away in the delight

he passed on to me
my skin intimately
tense everywhere, focused

all my nerves, automatical
the response of the animal
of my muscles

to the animal of his lust
which devoured me, sex
is dying in a wonderful way

if I dare, not fly away
spiritually, for fear of the tiger
that is about to devour me alive

I see myself lying
in the arms of my man
Up here, I'm safe

I'm still alive

Poem 1895
Amsterdam, 2018-11-19

Tiger (Carole Sheehan)
Poem
Collection: The Big Secret 
Keyword: Love: sex 
Tribute to: Sheehan, Carole 
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