Lion
LION
She was upset, beleaguered and beautiful
(in a wholesome feline kind of way)
He saw her problems as recurrent and swift,
maneuverable, agile, hostile, a little bit mean
Her call for assistance was not a helpless
appeal for a romantic deliverance but a clear-eyed
call for a partner with skills, an blunt attitude and
enough of a heart, who would want her intact
when the dust cleared away
“Will you be with me?” she asked
“I am your lion!” he said, his mane an unkempt
mess, his fangs still concealed, his black-rimmed
golden eyes now more alert to the savannah beyond
“I was hopeful” she said, as some of her problems,
seeing this discussion, began sliding from cover
to find running room…..
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