Mari: A tremor
more thought than breath
erupts over the flesh
to reflect what an absolute
possession is nakedness,

Amor:
vibrations cast into a revolving sky...
catching the scent of pain
and ecstasy simultaneous...
a pool ripples concentrically
with the clouds of imagination...
stirred to an indescribable height

Mari:
the night stirs the fierce
and delicate presence of the panther
in wait to slake the thirst
so poised, to lunge
from the fiery, consummate
desire to drink
that is risen in her pink, muscled flanks,
a mass of moving tremors,
swirled darkly together

Amor:
senses awaken and thought bears nature
allowing the eye to follow the outline
colored with the flesh of desire in its wake
a plunge is primordial through first instinct
the panther’s heart beats faster
while under the dark slime
of banana leaf and fern

Mari:
burn, as love lights its light in like eyes
and something preys in her,
upon her,
begins to breathe
its prayer, liquefies
over her thighs
to break into sweat
from her heart, out of coma
gone into crouch to fit, somehow
adhere to the mere shadows
and remain, sustain
the weight of refuge, hunker
into warmth, shapeless
and trembling in its bony perch
betwixt breast and waist, hesitates

Amor:
the panthers eye is keen and wary...
the need to partake is strong...
the blooms of Eden present the irresistible...
and yet, the sleek form waits no more...
eye meets eye...fire begins to rage
and crimson flees no more...
for the hunger is great

Mari:
than the fate folded by softer dreams
that weigh into the heart
and the cherished form
she has always taken
begins to perish,
to lose substance, to loosen
its claws in the air,
tunneling into the folds of limbs
in soft saturated dream, streamlined
and leaning like pendulum
within the fluid depths
of the body immaculate

Amor:
the fire consumes him
and the empty pit holds him no longer...
black paw reverts to a trembling human hand...
to conceal the need to touch
softness of her form is utmost...
for she signifies the beauty he craves to possess...
her hips curve with the crescent moon in tow...
her breasts pronounced, unrestricted,
unburdened but in his palm...
as they yield way such as in bygone dreams

Mari:
this time to touch
just off the muscular shoulder, under the chin,
inside the skin
of sinister misery,
a starved and thirsty mystery
moving in that infinitely
tender moment
seized with recognition,
by the amber hiss of eyes,
as fists open and momentarily soften
solely with a kiss

Amor:
he forsakes the stealthy eye
as her form fills the void of the darkness...
he leaves behind the fear
under the thick black-green of forest floor...
he leans into her lips and tastes her passion
repeatedly...mapping with aching tongue
the secrets of her hunger...
he circumnavigates her beauteous nudity
and envelops her from behind
with ice breath and rivers of lava in his veins

Mari:
the violence of the swift dark
comes to quiet her colors,
tame their light
into a slight burning,
bright cadence, that radiates
over her blue shoulder, to shake
the dark gist of her breath
ringed by fierce flames, he leans
gently into the solid void to sound the song
undone by the voice, warmed by the binding,
rising vines that climb
the pact made with silence, to starve it
in the dark, draw it in, bend it, bind it,
so the noise of wings can at last be heard
over the barren hunger
her raw body surrounds
the body of wind, motionless
and made of red ochre, red
as a wound stretched and reaching
for the only place these wings can exist

Amor:
the glistening contours of her body bare
reflect the light of the aged moon...
moisture condenses from skin
in crystallized beads of sweat and anticipation...
her shoulders configured for submission
tear at his weight upon them...
his breath hungers in lurching sighs
set to lick the wounds...
with a healing tongue
as flesh sloughs off a rhythm...
beating to the sound of rising hearts
balanced in the silent wind

Mari:
to shatter in a matter of moments
the rhythm her body assumes
his weight and the thirst
to slake on feral knees, to go down on it,
as mist enters her ribs,
exposes the bones beneath a precipitate
of images that bleed from it,
barely breathing, now as body is one
laid upon raven whispers of blood
"no more be,
and be in me"
love entering
sable the sound of blood
as it builds the hidden threshold,
center of flesh,
stricken, falling,
the heart, lightning heart
beats like hands
as body is one

Amor:
the howls and growls of intense thirst
satiated only by the echoes of feral need...
vibrate in irregular, concentric circles
that spill the melody of mutual craving...
a musk arises and accentuates
a plasma curtain of iridescent hues...
encompassing bare bodies
in the blue maroon of open skies...
as wings traverse the distance
continuous through time and tide

Mari:
disguised by the electric structure
of glassy syntax,
to enter the flesh, fresh words
cut upon the threshold of shape,
wings form to take their shape,
unfurl, unfold this tenacity to fly
in the sly element of heat
that tapers on the verge of sleek delirium
and cements the strict latitudes
to the thick serum of blood, bound
as two become one
and together become undone, to perish
in a continual prism of shadows...

Amor:
cool to the light of perpetual night
the titanium silhouettes of an ethereal blend
rise to vapors upon touch
and the heart revolves endlessly
to usurp the mind with magical dream
through the sensual passages of need
to the core of dynamic passions
laced in a framework of merging fires

Mari:
this desire, sire to myth,
and a knowing no myth can sanctify
by symbol or hieroglyph,
the lucent emergence of a body
at last glimpsed, out of the shape
of mass, shifting any given definition of time,
endless as myth...

Amor:
Panther blood intermingles unimpeded
into the vacuum of growing cells
and it is in the neon trails of this
that the eye becomes fixed eternal
ravaging the body with endless desire
in the same fire consuming dire need
replacing the fabric of want with more want
in a frenzied whirlpool in immersing waves
caught in the undertow of lust
where bone and marrow meet
undetained and indiscrete

Mari: in the sweet naked folds of muscled wings,
sacred pink wounds ooze their unrelenting motion,
tuber-like rise in loops of wings,
to emanate satin linens impaled on javelins,
wizened as limbs lean into their bleeding
tissued wings…

Amor:
there, soaring into the flames of perfumed silk
with speed and reckless abandon
aware of risked fate while entering Teflon gates
immune to the searing heat
projecting deep to the craved source
energy wraps in revolving waves
once inside greeted by sighs and moans
exchanging the iridescent pleasure
filled with ecstatic echoes and cries

Mari:
irrevocable as sighs
Burn into a spectrum of inner light,
nightly mirror images
of a quantum leap into a miracle,
caught at the lyrical threshold of love
in a series of enfolding skin surfaces,
as they proliferate and bloom
into the unmistakable, ingrown impact
of mushroom delivered from the dark
apocalypse of enlarged hearts...

Amor:
the perfume wafts of soft inner thigh
synergistic accolades arise within
by the blue black surface electrified
overabundant in the spoon-fed night
moisture upheaving with supple breast
suspended in the zenith of undulation
caught in the spirit but not wrought in soul
those hearts plunder forward in the web
of fern bordered savanna and blackened soil
blooming in the starlight of a thousand years
born of the same feral flesh and bone
irresistible blending of panther souls

© 2003 Amor Sabor & Mari Laureano