Snow Leopard

solitary figures leopard & I we walk this earthly wildness in pale knowledge of its fragile injured print invisible in rocks & rocks of snow we keep our cubs in a fatherless grasp & take comfort in our dappled bodies from this absence & curious smell open like a mouth to the strangeness of such breath & the whereabouts of anonymity I see our ghosts impulse of desire or desolation in the sameness of both these terms here we have been & there when we dead awaken