Your tiger

(in china it is symbolic
Of darkness and the new moon)

In your night’s hollow
The tiger stalks
Black grasses have licked
It into nothingness

Hooked by moon
I hover on your hollow’s lip
I feel the smell of fire
The leap of a bright cat-fur

My eye is dumb
Asking to be devoured
I am trembled over
(a bag of fear-bones)

There is a whoosh of flame
Streaking but static at
Your night’s abundance
Tall grass is waving

The moon waxes
The face of the tiger
Sparkles in its own glow
Offers a striped peace

Fireflies come my way
Messages are calm
I step inwards
Stroking the bright pelt

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Your tiger