Lionize soft lioness
angel in unholy dress
for the stamens have unleashed
a spring of uncaged scents
And of these eyes,
drawn brow prowess
And from those hips,
awakes a brood of all my
misunderstood repents.

I know only hearsay of your torch songs
but I dream to be the bandleader
in that jazz
just behind that bright savannah glamour
where the footlight fades
and your hunted lays in wait. ... more