The Lions Roar

I stick my fingers into the clouds and pull them out dripping in gold

the shade of a lion

the shade of tall grass she rests upon

the shade of strength in the moment of twilight

the shade of my skin bathed in sun

Gold

Like the touch of spirit

In a quiet room alone with love

Sensual

Freeze time and fly by you

Drawing a bath

Tip toe in

During mid August evenings

As if there's never enough heat

..

I eat it

I squeeze it like lemon on open

wound

Gold

I light myself on fire

And burn

I laugh

And I'm happy to weep for you

Gold

To follow the trails of breath

To the right side of river of vein

That runs under flesh

Pulling itself back to where it begins again

Like ether to air

To cloud to rain

To river to ocean

To throat and back home

To God herself

In one large exhale we are watered

..

I return to the place

where I sit in the tall grass

strength in the moment of twilight

Golden

What do you hear as the light drops behind the darkened canvas of another dying day?

Have you ever heard the lions roar?