The sky turns from blue,
to russet.
I admire the burnt umber cascade
draping a cloudy arm over the pines,
cooing the world into sunset.

This is where he waits.

Dilated eyes unhindered by heat,
or seed.
I meet his gaze through the tangled mass
of moss meat and red chipped bark,
cradling his claws with affection.

I turn away.

06/14/2011

Author's Note: still in a long process.....

Posted on 06/15/2011
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