Sunday, August 1, 2021


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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