As Sweet As a Tiger

As Sweet As a Tiger

Lady Bard upon the roughened road:
Doth not your imagination possess you too much
and hath you protest your name with harpsichord?

The rose can be cat, but
can the cat be rose?
I don’t suppose so, though
the sweetness of your perfume is angelic

If you’ve become nocturnal,
a silvery moon should light your way
for a sun has grown you
as silky as the day, and
the night has made you slinky

pull off that leopard skin dress,
doff the aqua boots, and
skinny dip with me like the swan you are,
for to swim with you in a pool of roses
will settle a name into Love like a walk in the park

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