Yellow Are His Opening Eyes
Tigers pace the flat ivory square
Snails crawl across cold and bare
Toes pale as a worm
Plotting the fleeing moon
From portico to indigo to yellowing glow
White froth and cream, strawberry
The morning sun I breakfast
Golden and immense the belly of the tiger
Devours the day
A cycle, a circle, a spiral, a helix, a crescent's curve
A hand on her belly
The lover bears fruition
The tiger with the yellow eyes
Feel the heat
The warmth inside the shell
The embryonic sac
I crack the yolk between sharp teeth
And gold lays pooled at my feet
Tie feathers to my fingertips
Feathers for flesh -- The Phoenix
I am fire in the sun
Ash to eggshell, feather to flame, solar to lunar
I slip under the wave
The cold scales of my belly
Gone flat and pale
I am silver salmon red
Cold and bare, I am hungry for the worm
Mouth open, I swallow the dangling tiger's tail
Hooked and clawed
Now a feast, I am tiger's meat
In the circle of her belly
I am cycle, I am recycled
Golden and immense, the belly of the tiger
Devours the day
I am milk to cub
Yellow are his opening eyes.
Sunrise.

Lyrics by Lynnette Shelley
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