As a pulsating prey
I dance before the Man -
The Lion
Strapped down in shackles.
Drooling behind the bars.
I cut off his mane.
His vulnerability flaunted to any bare eye who would care enough to stare.
For I continue to dance
Teasing my lion
Making sure he knows that he is fed
When I command it.
My words crack as a whip against the lion's back.
He knows that I love another.
Yet he stays in his cage
With the door wide
Open.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
As a pulsating prey
I dance before the Man -
The Lion
Strapped down in shackles.
Drooling behind the bars.
I cut off his mane.
His vulnerability flaunted to any bare eye who would care enough to stare.
For I continue to dance
Teasing my lion
Making sure he knows that he is fed
When I command it.
My words crack as a whip against the lion's back.
He knows that I love another.
Yet he stays in his cage
With the door wide
Open.
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