She was a Lioness
I fell in love.
Loved her best when she was full of animal
heaving and panting
in the joy of loving.
When she went away
I was left with an empty pillow
Stained by her voice.
Now I pull me into it,
Lie quietly,
Listen to her loving.
I long for her,
Want her to come back.
Come back to me
Not for the jewelry she left behind.
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