It Was An Honest Mistake

Come follow me
from the shadows of the night.
...calls the flame to the moth.
Closer, now            come closer.
As I dance wildly,
inviting you in

We sat as friendly strangers
pretending
feeling the pulse--
Letting the coating drown out insecurities.
Creeping upon you...
So subtly yet intense
Nothing deters this lioness from her hunt.
Poised.  Patiently awaiting the movement

.
.
I attack that curious prey!
Biting and feeding
ravaging and fighting control.
Only a moment of surrendered defeat
til the question mark dropped out...
and from this shy, devoured cub
rises up the king!
A lightning storm of power
and strength as he fights back.

Clawing and pulling
Raw and naked we fight.
Pleading for an end, yet
teasing with prolonged torture.
At his exhaustion I rose
up to challenge him again
...and again.
Until I fell weak and he'd
overpower me with second-wind
stamina.

A roar and scream
took us in tangled
sweat covered limbs.
...we decided both were
the victor
and the defeated.

The lion and the lioness
in that moment.
we were perfect.
Perfectly matched.

.....But come dawn...
I slept with that shy cub
again.

So delicate and fragile.
I didn't know whether to
cuddle him
or kill him.

.
.
...Like that blind moth.
So drawn to inevitable death.
the enticing flame.
so bright and warm
Trustingly, he flies into
my burning arms..
Where I welcome him.
to feed my fire.--



(-Another black heart to add
to my collection..-)