You are perplexing.
When my eye lids close your aura lingers.
I pretend to understand but I have yet to unravel the enigma.
Your soft growl grips my emotions, holds me tender with soft pads
or still with the urgent press of teeth at my throat.
What I know of you I’ve learned through osmosis
those flickers of sentiment deep as roots.
My instincts send out a warning but with you so near it is too late.
One thing I know for certain you are skilled at breaking and entering.
Wow!! Your words 👌👌
Love it
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Thank you!
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My pleasure dear ❤️❤️
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❤ ❤
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💕
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🙂
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Always so sensuous, I can feel what you are writing… Love, this.
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Thank you so much Dale.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A classier view of “BUNGLE OF THE JUNGLE”!!! ❤
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Sometimes animal instinct just takes over. Power poetry, Holly!
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Indeed Syl! Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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🙂
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I absolutely adore this most stealthy of arrangement of words.
I feel fear and respect all at once. ❦❦❦
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Haha, you’re amazing. Thank you Resa. ❦❦❦
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I think you pretty much nail that moment of transition Rene. The precipitous fall from sentient being with a mind for abstraction to the instinctive beast within. Predator upon predator is a battle for dominion. Predator upon prey in this context is a feast of desirous sensuality. That’s what goes through my mind when I look into the Tiger’s eyes and read this exquisite poetry. What I most love about this poem is it gives the other view, one the Tiger could never know.
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Wonderful insight into this little poem Dan, but then you are a most insightful man . Thank you, have a beautiful day.
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Thank you Rene! I absolutely live for the chance to swim in your poetry. It is a beautiful day and I hope for you as well.
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Thank you for such a lovely comment Dan. It’s a bit overcast but thankfully it is cooler.
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Cooler is good 😎
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For sure!
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Passionate indeed. I love your last line – gave me a giggle.
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Thank you 😊
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I love this.
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😊 I thought you might smile at this! xo
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Thank you Gigi!
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Wow! Love!
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Thank you Meg , I’m glad you like this rather TIC.
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Always a pleasure, Holly!
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Thanks so much Meg!
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Holly, well we are from Mars which is far away from your Venus. I love your last line, but also smiled at “soft growl.” Keith
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thank you Keith! I’m so glad you like this.
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Moving … but the image surprised me. 🙂
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Then it was a success. 😊
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😀
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😏
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That tiger is a perfect image for the feel of this Heart.
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Thank you Chatter. I felt so too.
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You’re welcome Heart 🙂
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😊
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I’ll have you know I’m a human male and I am not at all skilled at breaking and entering. I’ve never even broken a limb. Seems a rite of passage type deal for most men.
Although perhaps I’m missing the subtle nuances of this piece…
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Eventually you will break something ‘Oron. I hope it’s not your writing hand human male.
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If I break my hands I’ll type with my nose.
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I believe that.
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A marvellous metaphor
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Thank you Derrick.
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Nice🌻
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🌺
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Whoa! You got me!🌹
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☺️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Ong Kop, the Tiger.
(A long forgotten name)
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I’m afraid I’m not familiar with Ong Kop! Thanks you Brian…a little background?
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Sorry. It means Lord tiger in Vietnamese or Cambodian. Never really knew which. My parents (after living in Nam and Cambodia) used it to say “tiger”. As a kid it felt very magic to me. 🙂 Hadn’t thought of that name in years until I read you.
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Thank you Brian.
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De rien Coeur de Feu
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Tigers were magnificent. Never saw one in the wild but I think they’re on the brink of extinction…
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That’s terrible!
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Yep. We are ripping the planet apart.
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Wild and enigmatic and criminal…that’s the way.
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It seemed necessary. Smiles!
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Beautiful! 💜
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Thank you Angela ♥️
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My pleasure!
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Very powerful and sensual, I can feel the gentle intensity
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Thank you!
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wonderful
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😊 thank you!
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