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tiger.

by Andrew S Adams

i swallowed this keep of capsules
whole; with the vicious mood of
a tiger, fighting for it's last scrap
of dinner before it prays.
and the teeth, gnarling inside
rejected it's gift, and told me
that you would have to return
to this state once more in your
lifetime, but this was not the
moment of destiny.

i thanked the teeth; the jaws
and the lips of the lover on
which i stake my life every eve;
indeed, this was a glorious day.

06/30/2004

Posted on 06/30/2004
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/03/04 at 04:11 PM

Fascinating evocative read Andrew. Not what I expected when I first saw the title, but there again, the tiger comes in many forms. I wrote a work related poem once called Ride The Tiger. It's not on here right now though.

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