Every day I come back to this posting by my friend, Arlitia Jones, in which she has posted her exquisite poem. It gives me chills! XO Anne
I want to start an argument
with a tiger. I want to provoke him.
I want to growl back at him,
bare my teeth when he bares his
so we both flash the long sharp knives
of our conviction. I want to cross
the line. I want to call him out
from behind his leafy cover,
square my shoulders, match his crouch
and when he lunges, I want to lunge
so we crash against each other. I want
to tear his bizarre orange hide, bite into
his velvet throat. I want to suffer
his heavy blow to my chest,
I want him to open
my skin. I want him to stand
his ground so I can rise up
on my two legs against him, so we
can lock arms in a fierce embrace. I want
to push him back, I want him to shove
me back until we are both…
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