Flowers

When I place your flowers in,

if a cavern awaits inside,

the womb of earth to swallow light

and breed in darkness,

will I remain the person

of degrees and blood and flesh?

Cat Dreams

I wonder,

does he dream of savanna?

In sleep does he still kill?

Does he long for the scent of terror

and the tense of muscles in chase,

the wind in his face while stalking the grass?

A descendant of African kings,

does he dream of blood in his jaws?