Tiger

A face comprised of brightly-colored lines
Triangles and squares rearranging themselves in space-time
The edges of his soul are sharp and cut deep
In the synodic period I can see myself losing sleep

The soft and intense breath we share turned into a piercing arrow 
Forward and aggressive, it drove me into refuge
I’ve hidden my sanity within forests of hard-shelled madness
No amount of insouciance can make me confess

Beware of the hunter that seeks your soul
Take heed of the fire that loses control
Look out for the shadow that’s gone astray
Beware of the tiger that understands its prey

Divided between captivated eyes and jagged mountains 
Love seeps through a smoky illusion
Then up goes the wall of icy seclusion 
Never knowing if my presence will be admitted again

The separation causes raw melancholy 
The first few hours drag sluggishly by
I push the rest attempting to speed up time
And finally, myself in the clearing I find

But only for a few more days
He comes back.
The tiger.
The harvester.
The shadow
Is back

Beware of the hunter that seeks your soul
Take heed of the fire that loses control
Look out for the shadow that’s gone astray
Beware of the tiger that understands its prey

Beware of the tiger 
(The resplendent) 
Beware of the tiger 
(The passionate)
Beware of the tiger 
(The two-faced)
Embrace the tiger, 
Become doomed.