i am, part nine

by Jason Alan

i am raindrops on corpses
and whiskers on tigers
strong and weak forces
and bright copper wire
brown paper airplanes
all tied up with strings
with all our names
written on their wings
i am cream colored beaches
crisp blue seas
natural lube sex
sliding with ease
i am girls in white thongs
with blue satin sashes
bowls full of hash and
colored beads for free flashes
i am silver black winters
that melt into death
i am coming
i am leaving
that hot, sultry breath
a wild eagle that perches
and sometimes it sings
i am your most feared
your most favorite things