The lady and/or the tiger

I adjust, I ALTER my stance.
Standing in the SHADY grove,
I look out at the tiger.
Teeth GNASH, eyes narrow:
Mine or the tiger’s?
I cannot tell. I wait.
The tiger waits.
Who will be the first
to QUASH their fears?
Who will be the first to act?

Georg’ann

This marriage

Vines GROWN woody
over time. 
Intertwined. Moving 
in different directions
weaving back together
in LEAST likely fashions. 
Rambling over one 
CHASM after another. 
Finding something 
upon which to cling. 
Seeking air, light 
at times serve to QUASH.
Untended becomes brittle. 
Leggy mass held
on solid structure. 
Season after season 
something still pliable. 
Tender shoots twist, 
old and new twirl. 
Honey scented blossoms. 

Heather