Writers Cramp entry about a "zookeeper falling in love" |
Loving a Lion Into your den, disheveled or elated Your unceasing breath swallows me With a pungent sting and a cloud of warmth You lay motionless Yet dominate your space The up and down, in and out of your breathing chest Pushes and pulls me toward and away Your allusiveness physical and emotional in equal parts I spill myself out to you My deepest fears, most vulnerable confessions Fantastical hopes, untamed dreams, stormy perplexions You listen fiercely but don’t respond Yearning for embrace I acquiesce to the untender grope of your callous paw Your nails cut deep, assuaging tension Exposing hurt and dignity I wish I could not share Remember when we ran together Dashing through tall grasses Unrelenting winds, incessant rains Over boulders big, streams wide, past portals small We scampered through to sunny fields Chirping birds welcomed us Gesticulating toward reborn mushrooms smelling like hope And pristine wild flowers uttering adages of joy Through the jungle you kept me close Your massive frame enveloping and defending my fragility Your thunderous roar making clear that I would never be touched The prophecy was true The promise was kept The touch is gone the passion runs cold The warmth remaining, is hoarded by the soup you’ve made for dinner |