Beasts of Wild Amber

WE SIT and watch our amber tigers beautifully silent now, their stripes gone, however they lie by the bedside in their fleeting splendour with the serenity of heaven’s blue a reminder of heartbreak on a wedding day an image of awakening I think that they’re dying. WE REFUSED an invitation to a banquet in a tortoise shell and performance of a terminal dancer and rather stayed in our kingdom of dust our souls of smoke and honeydew rust we keep singing the quivering minstrel songs my mind a wharf boat of crystallite sorrow yours a dreggy wine of oriental ruby. WE, THE CYNICS of highest magnitude thirsty dogs by the desert fountain you’re the aquaphobic mermaid, ironically I’m your prismatic platypus in love an albino condemned to walk the snowy lands edgeless and sweet in their vanilla flavor but some days it feels so strange. WE CAME here alone and will go alone and most likely fall into oblivion together like mythical corsair galleys sailing by the craggy forelands we’ll hold our cold hands and we’ll hope and hope to hear that familiar wild wild roar and catch a glimpse of our majestic beasts.