Our whispers have grown silent
still your eyes beg me to save you
from your cage of tedium,
rooms of secrets and dormant fireplace.
Caught in s stalled sundown between
dark and light, in mine, I know your heart is tired.
Take this house of lavender and ginseng,
this fortress of forgotten desire filled
with vivid hues of dreams where I no longer visit.
I am the arch of a cougar’s back in search of
something wild that goes straight to my head.
Big Cat Rescue-