Tiger

"She is beautiful as she is handsome."

"He is pretty as he is gorgeous."

"Yes Moi is beautiful to handsome as you are pretty to gorgeous!"

We dream of surprises. She is the Tiger's tiger; her Moi is Mon Ami.

"Why does Moi call you Tiger?"

"He paces about as stripes on a man and he pounces when I feel asunder."

"Sir....."

She calls me Sir as a respectful title for a guardian.

"Yes my unusually pretty child. I am in great fear of you to become a woman and for all the world to see how astoundingly......"

Zen is evenness of my mind; I am a mad man writing a lyrically deaf short essay shy of a poem.

"Yes please continue since I do not understand what it is you mean by your statement. How am I in danger to be pretty for your greatest concern?"

"Everyone will see you and know that you are precious to us."

"Is this a chastisement? Is it punishment to be beautiful? Is it punishment to be handsome?"

Mon Ami's enchantment is my dream; she is deeper than Neptune's ocean and sweeter than ecstasy. Whenever her mouth moves to speak I am a stone of admiration; watching her lips is a trance I forget my own existence!

"What is within becomes what is without which is appearance unfortunately. We will tremble for your beauty as many will upon seeing you as a woman. Even now as a child we admit to hiding you in fear they will take you away for art."

"Then you will be art with me."

"Then I will be a man in a coma sitting in a room thinking of you still snug in my arms."

"While I am still small for your pleasure do keep me snug."

Many burning bloody sheets left for ashes I find Sakura; we settle inside a village.

"She is a woman you know...."

"Yes.........she still fits in my arms."

"Snug as a bear for a tree. You are ill and we wonder what you will do. She is without your mistress and her womb. She is in feverish temper which I know comes from you. Her wild streak is obvious of the woman you both seek as your own."

"This I know....."

Through night's fire altars and torches I search for her; wicked laughter is my reply.

"Yes we saw her.......she is wild you know! She comes about asking us of a woman with a voice she hears in her mind constantly speaking ill of you and your wife! She tells us to mind her if this woman comes and she will avenge with words even I fainted!"

"This woman she speaks of please tell me her name...."

"She said she is a wicked rose from a diseased garden full of deadly aroma for all humans! I take it she is a wretched stink and your little woman wants to put an end to the stench!"

"Tell her I adore her more than any self I am lost inside...."

"You must tell her from your self. She is a woman you know! She will understand but she is in a heat of madness now! Take her to your mistress! Take her quick! You are bleeding every night from your nostrils, ears, and eyes! We cry in your bloody sheets! Please you must come back well to us but for now you must leave which is our sorrow!"

"It is my sorrow as well."

Rampaged cottage walls are tiger claws; wounds deeper than the frame. She sleeps boredom, I carry her for Moi, my mistress; we leave a shredded door as the building crumbles.

"I adore you more than any self I find myself lost inside."

"I adore you as my self and I will always be your Tiger."