Kim Rodrigues Poet Verse

Mane of the Graying Lion

Song Of Songs 8:10: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.

MANE OF THE GRAYING LION

God molded the figure of a woman - her curves and sultry skin;
and the eyes of beholden man,  to search out the strongbox.

The jewels pure, as should the thoughts and deeds of love be.
Between bronze thighs a twinge of jealousy - reign in with responsibility.

Soft spoken lips of your virgin will wait
   as you oil the lamp of intense love,
not pretentious lust. For one will save your life.
   The other will burn the pyre.

                                       Whilst the old wolf,
                                    with a dry and dusty tongue,
                                drinks the dregs of sin, the mane

of the graying lion is content and soft,
memories like gems pass back and forth.

7/14/2019

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Caren Krutsinger July 15, 2019 at 3:07 PM This old gray lioness says "Kim, if you are not writing romance novels, you should be." My daughter buys them in bulk; I would steer her to yours immediately and she is discerning. Kim Rodrigues July 15, 2019 at 4:50 PM Wow, thanks for the compliment, sweet lady! :)

Gershon Wolf July 14, 2019 at 5:55 PM Beautiful take-off from the Song of Songs, as erotic as they come, all those years ago. :) gw Kim Rodrigues July 14, 2019 at 8:26 PM Thank you, Gershon!