Midnight Tigress

Midnight Tigress        
       
She is a tigress prowling the bamboo forest        
With eyes that burn like incense in a temple        
Where holy men pray to Kali in the sacred midnight        
Scented by the essence of her black rose        
       
When she gapes with the mystery of the macabre        
That draws supplicants to the fragrant smoke        
From the sacred fire that burns on the Stygian altar        
Below the navel of her cosmic source        
       
Where sanguine songs play        
On the smoky petals of her sitar strings        
Whose raga weaves the ancient spell        
Of a succubus in the throes of passion        
       
When the night mist in her eyes is the steam rising      
From the dark waters of her moonlit gaze      
That conjures starry-eyes for disciples
Whom she beads into her necklace of souls