I had a sense of you being near. Alone. <br />The lone hunter stalking with cautious claws <br />Extended, imprinting the warm earth. <br /> <br />You raked your claws across my life <br />In that hunter and huntress ceremony, <br />Leaving your male mark. <br /> <br />I would gladly have smoothed your fur, <br />Groomed your anger. <br /> <br />But I had a sense of you leaving. Alone, <br />With cautious claws extended, <br />Imprinting the soft earth. <br /> <br />Leaving with my blood under <br />Your claws.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bengal-tiger/
