The Jaguar
You are a work of art, she thought,
as she silently watched his jaguar body
slowly turn and crouch.
It fascinated her to see how his every movement
displayed a potent sexuality so powerful
that her body betrayed feigned indifference.
Sensitive to his energy even from a distance,
her skin tingled as that energy surged through her flesh
suddenly charged with deep, fierce passions
that left her amazed and bewildered…
Her panther heart laughed secretly
as she gazed at the wonder of him,
reminding herself—
it’s just art appreciation, that’s all.
November, 1996 revised May, 2004, January, 2006
Flowerpoet 