Blue eyed tiger

Its true that you wear me like a glove

that’s why I’m untouchable 

what we spend isn’t money 

it’s power

the serrated edges of insanity

In a small glass vial around my neck

Contains the antidote to shame

Smells like honey and brutal white jungle flowers

Jasmine 

Tuberose

Ancient magnolia wood 

Blooming at midnight

Heavyweights of beauty and desire

A rare blue eyed white tiger

Appears and parts the ocean 

Power is everything

And yet nothing at all

A silly children’s song

Something to believe in

The rust on the gates of heaven