Peeca Mark

The Tigress

so it was the two of them
in a tiny apartment
he
a hopeless romantic
mostly hopeless

she was a tigress
and this was her cave

And he would come around
in hopeful times
hoping that she would let him in

for reasons like
calling out to her fire escape
with a bottle of wine
hoping it was the language of love

and if he was lucky
it was
and she'd let him in

So he would come in
and they would sit down
across from each other
in the tiny apartment
bursting with leisure
and hippie crap

He would tell her romantic things
and she would grin at him
as if
he was what's for dinner

and wine and hippie crap
would fall out their mouths
until the sunset
or the sky was invisible

All the while
she thinking of the gorgeous meal
she scarred away
months back

And all the while
his mind fixed on the romantic
unaware
of how hopelessly hopeless he was

Not even months
but weeks later
i ran into the poor conned
chump
I mean he was truely hopeless
nothing ever added with him
just took away
so i asked him
if he was still keeping tabs on that tigress
the one he was hunting

And he said-
"You know?
For long moments of time
I would sit outside her cave
and watch her
So i watched her as she left one day
and she never came back"