Lost
The pools of her eyes,
are her jungle at night.
Your ship was adrift,
You beached in her sight.
Awoke Her dark jaguar,
He moves in restraint.
Prancing to her order,
She applies her war paint.
You feel so relieved,
safe on verdant ground.
Stand and groan a stretch,
unaware of what's around.
The hunt starts so slowly,
a something out of turn.
Your eyes catch a movement,
dense, deadly, lithe and stern.
Too late to understand,
this paradise is doom.
Your love feeds her land,
blood is oil under moon.
It's better to be so very,
lost at sea,
than destroyed so easily,
and so entirely.
EaS
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