Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
I saw her again the other day
For the first time out in
sunshine
Smiling, bright and happy
Laughing with the other guests
At some dreary garden party
And I admired her whitened skin
Pearlescent clear
Smooth and unblemished
Her long elegant arms
And her perfect figure
Exquisitely displayed
In her low-cut summer dress
And as she turned away
To talk to someone else
Revealing the perfect curve of
her back
I could see the merest whipline
A long extended tongue
Curling from out the mouth
Of the dragon hidden there
Emerging from beneath
The taut and silken edge
Of the light material
Where it entwined itself
And inter-mingled
With the crouching tiger
Peeking out from just below
And I thought of the ferocity
Of these two snarling beasts
Which invaded the empty canvas of
her skin
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