Panther Boy

My panther boy was magic As the sun was swallowed by the Värend lakes The train taking us from one coast to another And jet-speed below us ( I had always dreamt of Fox men with bones in their noses and furry stuff round their neck ) ( Some wanted to call me a Hippie girl when I was younger ) I suppose it´s never in the words or in the descriptions, so of course, you come ´round with these words: ” another kind of racism ”…..ugh, I bleed but I promise, HE was Panther His skin my alphabet that day His eyes more than muddy wells ( I knew she was romantic ) It was not for a single night, no This Panther touched the Universe, He was my Twin Soul, What else could I have done? Today Moon eats me slowly I´m still too hungry I´m still a kind of sister But please don´t ever again mummy me