"maneless" poems
His middle parts were
Passing through the couch that I was
Sitting on, but his
Face felt nice and fuzzy.
And it was way too
Way too loud.
Ocean water, creeping
Up the black-sanded beach
On the island where
He drank his ***
And he's telling lies to any
Crustaceans brave enough to
Traverse his thinning limbs.
Yet, reflecting neatly
Off the ebony, and decisively
Catching his eye, is the light of her
Tiara, embracing her
Maneless neck.
In walks Nala, and the tide,
His tide, recedes.
The island becomes
Her savannah.
I watch him smile, and
Close his eyes, and
Soak the moment in.
Her claws extended, sharp,
Etching proof of her
Arrival into the eager,
Earthy floor.
Owning the steps she takes,
I shudder and attempt to stand.
But stop, as she paws his wrist,
Gripping it tighter,
Scarring him with
Pointed, filed nails.
Making him
Bleed, and making
Him beam.
Pride is just a
Noun when there is
Hemorrhaging to handle.
Pressure must be
Applied on all sides of the
Wound, in order to prevent
Infection, and infatuation.
But I guess when a
Beast of beauty, makes a black
Sea walkable for you,
You're liable to get caught up
Staring at the jewels
She's ripped out of her crown, and
Sewn into her hair. She'll make you
Hiss back at the sun, and
Talk about wild life.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Tonight I had a dream,
a dream of dread and loss.
Everyone on their places,
everyone on their roles.
The homeless Fox,
the maneless Lion,
and the tagless Dog.
Everyone's there,
everyone but me.
I'm the nameless animal,
all pity and praise on him.
See me as I laugh, see me as I cry.
As I have all of them
as guests in my mind.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
I am the maneless lion among the pride
The white horse among the herd
The black swan among the flight
The hornless ram among the flock
The flightless bee among the hive
The clawless kitten among the litter
Yes, I am different
But that's what truly makes me a wonder
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC