You float like a snowflake
Light, white, pure, in a purl
A mote of molten core
Silver ash in a swirl
To dote as tarpon, twirls
Of smote, glance after glance

A cat in the grass, you
Lure through hair hid lucent
Eyes, glands on full display
My decay will not feed
Your frail roots, for I am
Predator and not prey

The Morning Mare

You shimmer in the mist
Haloed in golden light
Mane'd neck bent to kiss
The cool sweet dew of night
Pricked ears catch wished
For sounds of dawn's delight