Did love pounce before you even knew you were prey?
A tiger
treated me as his prey,
and revealed there was much to unearth.
A fierce hunt
ensnared my hidden heart,
but I knew true love when caught by him.
His embrace,
caress and words of strength
gave me a brief moment of rebirth.
—H, devoured by desire and reborn in his arms
This poem follows a 3–6–9 syllabic structure – a form inspired by Nikola Tesla’s theory of energy, rhythm and repetition.
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