The Lion's Den

You came for me. You hunted me, and pounced in the dark. I couldn't have known. It began on a starry night. With coked up, drunken friends on the couch watching cartoons It began with a laugh and a gleam in your eyes. With a joint, some shattered glass and a kiss on a bleeding hand. It began with words spoken until dawn. With lightning coursing in my veins. I trembled at your wonderful madness. It began with a confession and a hint of hope. With a promise of someday and an impatient desire for now. It grew to finding refuge and trading sleep to be one. You touched. I ignited. You kissed, and I surrendered. You pulled me close, the beast awoke, howling to be let out I'm in the lion's den No regrets. No tears. You prowl my soul, always. I am raining fire and I will forever burn to stay 6 November 2019