So happy Sunday funday pups! It’s Greek Easter today! And before I head off to visit me granny I figured I’d give you a poem!
There was something in the way you looked at me last night, that reminded me of a lion. Not a wild lion, king of the jungle type; no. But a lion born in captivity. One who has never known the heat of the Serengeti, or tasted the hot, fresh blood of freshly caught prey. Your eyes, were glassy with confusion. Almost as if, you knew, this was not meant to be your home.
I wanted to tell you there were places I could take you. Fields you could run in, and trees to nap under, but behind that cage of unbreakable glass, you couldn’t hear me.
I felt my fingers trace through your mane and all I wanted was to teach you to roar.
I awoke from this dream to my empty bed again. I dream of you every night now. I have never wanted someone so much to be there when they have never been there. I miss you and I haven’t even met you.
Oddly enough, I closed my eyes against the darkness, and felt a hand close around my waist. It felt so familiar, made me feel safe. I drifted off to sleep last night only to wake up this morning…alone.
If you are the lion, I would be your lioness. Both of us trapped, inside a cage. We know we don’t belong here. I feel cold, empty. We could run, you and me. Run far away and never return.
I want you to sink your teeth into my flesh. I know I’m not really your lioness, I was just your afternoon meal.
The Warrior And Her Wolfhound Welcomes You. 
Well, guess i’ll give it one more go. I’ve been crossing my fingers that you’d say hello.
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This primal gaze is often mistaken for placid nature.
Lived too long eating out of human hands and baking under the heat of the sun’s rays.
Spend long days dreaming of the Savannah from behind the bars of this cold cage.
Preaching hakuna matata and slipping to sleep, hungry and alone.
Show me your world, we’ll race each other to the water-hole.
Play rough like we’re stalking prey, nipping at ears and loving.
I’ll roar your name to the pride with a full mane.
I’d invite you to share in this fresh kill, so eat your fill of these words.
I awake to the same empty bed each night and lay wanton for the heavy heat of a proud lioness.
My limbs beg to be entwined with a lover, to lay with under covers, laughing like hyenas at the arrogant idea of taming a wild nature. I dream of sleeping sound pressed against the heart of another.
These paws would pad your skin without claws, caressing curves while nuzzling noses and knowing no other.
I am the lion. Worn weary with this concrete jungle to which I don’t belong. Leary of poachers preying on my weakness. Growing wild with new thought, and hoping.
You could warm my world with a good soul, proving much more than passing fancy, or simple snack.
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Loved your post, figured i’d try writing something back.
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@passionbyapathy well..hello! That was very beautiful!
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Thank you! Yours was very vivid and inspiring, I really enjoyed trying to match a piece to something someone else had written… besides, it gave me an excuse to write something new!
I think i’m even going to start a blog, thanks to you.
It’s nice to meet you Wolfie, I’m James, or Jimmy to friends.
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