Woman disguise

 

When the sky is gray, Parisian,  

Sip coffee and zip it, 

Your iris speaks to the tune of

Coltrane, Yo-Yo Ma,

The space between my breath— 

If meaning lies there, 

Let philosophers argue,

Your lap is better 

For my paws to mine

The wolf inside you

Caged, wrapped in an ugly red

Beautiful bow.