lion ...
i am the lion
king of your jungle
and when you push me
into your underbrush
i roar
with the might of 100
trumpeting elephants
until the night stars
fade and your fingers
reach down
and become entwined
in my mane
to wrench and heave me
up from trembling
to be close to your lips
where you press
your mouth
over mine
forcing your tongue
deep within me
so you might taste
the blood
of the prey
caught in the crook of two limbs
and left wounded
left hopelessly twisted
into obscene forms
but not dying
i am the lion
sleeping peacefully
in your jungle
there in the hot savannah sun
amidst a swarm of buzzing mites
and drunken maggots
that flicker in the substantial heat
and speckle
the scene
like an old film
whirring through
an ancient projector
and flinging images across
the far wall of your dreams
where you watch
so intensely
at the grainy footage
of a femme noire
licking at the hard sex
of a boy
before she devours him
completely
but i wake before
the climax
and the room explodes
into a fury of
black flies
king of your jungle
and when you push me
into your underbrush
i roar
with the might of 100
trumpeting elephants
until the night stars
fade and your fingers
reach down
and become entwined
in my mane
to wrench and heave me
up from trembling
to be close to your lips
where you press
your mouth
over mine
forcing your tongue
deep within me
so you might taste
the blood
of the prey
caught in the crook of two limbs
and left wounded
left hopelessly twisted
into obscene forms
but not dying
i am the lion
sleeping peacefully
in your jungle
there in the hot savannah sun
amidst a swarm of buzzing mites
and drunken maggots
that flicker in the substantial heat
and speckle
the scene
like an old film
whirring through
an ancient projector
and flinging images across
the far wall of your dreams
where you watch
so intensely
at the grainy footage
of a femme noire
licking at the hard sex
of a boy
before she devours him
completely
but i wake before
the climax
and the room explodes
into a fury of
black flies
