Shogun
Reviving her whines
To a fevered pitch,
Holding the power
At the thresholds,
Flaunting, the urges
Of heart beats to fly
He lets go the feline
At her snarling peak.
Wheeling in power,
She moves like a demon
Black as the moonless night,
Licking orange flames
To redness.
Grabbing out
Like the black belts,
Into thin air.
In the blink of an eye,
Tracking steadfast
Into gravity,
She claws into
The opposing matter,
And paces
Like the panthers stride;
Beyond the oblivion.
His spurs digging into
The soothing purrs,
Her roars resounding
Their vicious energia,
Like the animal wild;
Devouring rebellious juices
With lubricating oils,
Lining her echoing ports.
Resonating,
In her raw force
She churns her links,
Teeth by teeth,
Into a thirsting
Effortless sprint,
Joint by joint;
Appeasing her aching woes.
In
The winds of freedom
She rides,
Coaxed by her mentor;
Spiting out her guts.
And he—shogun,
Dazzled by her charm’s
Remains cool subdued, in Shibumi
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