Daughter,

[Tiger the Lion]

Daughter,

when they say men are pigs
they're not far wrong,

our appetites are in our eyes
and you can't close them
even when we love you most.

The best of us will snort at the gate
every time an indifferent sun
falls a certain way
on the curve of a stranger's shoulder.

You could get kicked to the curb
for any shape that strikes, 

any mouth under the right moon,

any variation of pink,

any shadow,

any freckle you don't have.