"to now"

elephants walking
straight line
procession
saris billowing
orange
black hair flowing
encase the air
touch the aura
second time
for the first time
unveil her sensuality
to the moan of the strings
draw the bow across
full breasts
ask her to part
her unopen veils
as she walks beneath
the tall elephant
his grey paper ear
flaps a rush of breeze
rustling her hair
causing her eyes
to blink narrow
ebony hair
becoming fur
orange
black
majestically walking
she crawls striped
to you
your soul stirs
at the sight of her
the peacock screams
as it closes its fantail
the tigress reaches you as
you extend your long branches
to now fan her shade

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
26mar04