First Poem Written To Vs At the Table

The lioness stares at the world with rigid eyes Vacuous emotions replaced by terror in me rise This is a picture of probable consequence That lures and destroy us outside the rule of sense When I was younger deep dangers lured me Always to the brink where chaos swells and thrills Something in me desires uncorrupted a history Something in you avoid choice while shackling wills Is this hedonic barbaric or quest for self unknown And why does each order presupposes a throne We tremble in the clutch of what we do not know, and I Am your enigma to tease, tempt, and then defy You stranger craving after flesh random desire You the forest burning bright subverting Horeb's fire No bush transformed, a wounded lioness unhealed How I am drawn in ... knowing how I spike your zeal The forest is ablaze within the heart, we carry it Instead, and are not the contents of its clime Here the spirit absent from the mind blinds a bit Like smoke, or grief, or rabid longing for our time.