THE TIGER’S BRIDE, THE SILKEY’S BRIDE

Some women realise they are bored with skin,
choose other lovers. Sometimes they havefur
or scales or feathers. Clever girls prefer
the slick and wet and smooth. It’s not a sin.

We humans marry out. It’s what we do.
The tiger’s bride knows better than to flee
feeling his hot breath. Special ecstasy.
He eats her, but in love, and does not chew

but swallows whole. Rasps thrilling with his tongue
as she goes down. The seal bride plunges deep
taking her lover with her, half asleep.
Drowning is almost like becoming young

and being comforted. A better fate
than waits most women on a human date.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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