Tiger Balm

My tiger wanders foreign lands

far from the clutch of the hands of man

he won't commit to a single home

walls won't allow his free heart to roam

and with his heart he loves too often 

tigresses hope that for them it will soften 

I rub your balm on my tense head

and feel your warmth within my bed

snuggling into the smell of your chest

your fur into which my weight would rest 

fresh mint hazes clear my head 

I kissed your cheek and then you said

mi amore, lets go away

I can't stay here for one single day 

detached you were

but free I was not

I lost my purr

and me you forgot.

My tiger wanders 

some place far away

see you on the white sands, 

one day. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We miss all things when we lose them.
"detached you were
but free I was not
I lost my purr
and me you forgot."
I do like the above lines. When we learn we are in a prison. Can we escape? Thank you LouBelle for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Laura Kate]

I suppose it depends if the keys are on the inside or on the outside... some people don't seem to want to escape, I find that an interesting thing!

Thanks so much for reading.
Laura.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Laura and you are welcome.

[barleygirl]

This poem makes me cream my jeans for the days when I was young & carefree & adamantly independent. I was born on 4th of July (independence day here) & I have never been married & haven't lived with anyone for 30 years. I have felt mostly misunderstood about my fierce need for freedom & your poem is the most understanding I've ever experienced, as far as "the other person" respecting & accepting what it means to engage with someone who can't be tamed. I love all the ways you embrace the tiger personality, but also making this very human (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Laura Kate]

With such a birthday, Margie, I am not at all surprised that you have sought to keep your independence! I like freedom too, and I often come across people who equally enjoy their freedom. It's nice to be in like-minded company. Thank you so much for your review, I have not thought about it from the tiger's perspective from this angle before. Best wishes, Laura.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes freedom and its allure keep one from making a commitment...but often the other heart becomes chewed up and spit out....even when it is not intended. Excellent metaphor carried out from beginning to sad end.

[Laura Kate]

This was an eye-opening review for me, Jacob. I hadn't once considered that this chewing up and spitting out was unintended. Thank you. Laura.

[Kent Rawski]

Nice romanticized poem of a heart that cant be fettered and also of a heart that's been bettered. I appreciate the point of view from this side

[Laura Kate]

Thank you Kent. It was great to read your thoughts.
Laura.