Wild Calling


Sanctuary found her

as she called back her spirit

by bathing in molasses

and having it licked

off her body, slowly,

by tigers, until falling

asleep in quiet,

glistening, sticky bliss.

The morning’s rays piercing

the low clouds,

her skin as soft as

a lamb’s ear,

she disappears

into the jungle

slathered in molasses,

in search of more tigers.

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