David and the tiger lady

Ambling around forty feet below

You only view each eye alone

Stared in the face his eyes deviate,

The left stares left, the right looks at you straight.


You too, have this look with your glasses off,

The little girl of this face slips off forty years,

Sits small crossed knees, grips her over sized specs,

Laughs and her unfocused grin,

Smiles him from a tomorrow of the man within.


Half of David's face looks along the study wall,

Toward the silk woman palm stroking a tiger's brow,

Furrowed eyes shut with the gates all closed,

She shares the unknown almond of your eyes,

Unfolds her hand in the dreams on his gritty crown