Look,
a tigress.
Her
green eyes
over the rim of the glass
of Sangria
stare through me
as she
contemplates
her next move.
I see her at the edge
of her territory,
confident, fearless,
and ready to explore
new boundaries.
Like a
broken-winged bird
resigned to its fate,
I can only stare
into the depths
of those
verdant,
ocular seas,
and wait
in hope
she strikes.
