Shall I compare you to a rose?

A rose is much too tame,

And you are wild as a bobcat

That fucks amidst the thickets and the thorns.

And I cannot tell which pricks come from your claws or teeth or briars,

But all of it is good.

So turn me now and anthropomorph,

And look me in the eye

While you purr.

And I will look you in the eye, too.

-jenn