By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2007 Dec 04
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Easy Tiger

I remember cool touch,
cold collision
of skin
on skin
restless lifelessness that kept me near you;
beckoned me to go deeper

I stood jagged
like a mannequin of a scarecrow
on the last night of fall
while grey dust rose
from your tongue
when you tried to speak.

I remember the carnage
of carnal contempt
that kept me blind
if only for a few hours,
but bliss,
oh bliss,
how you found me
and wreaked justice
upon these memories:
You sentenced them away
to empty space,
before i could collapse
into these cold sheets
(take it easy love,
the tigers in his cage)