The Lioness
Don't wake the sleeping lioness
She breathes moist breath into the cool of the shade in the morning.
Wide eyed child that liked to watch her sleep,
Wanting , though fear full, to lay beside her warm body,
Peered through the door and sat on the corner of the bed,
Crept closer and lay her head on a vacant pillow;
Face facing face, not too close, never too close.
Composing herself carefully into the position of the lion's body ,
The child would bury her head beneath the adjacent pillow
And listen for the rhythm of a heart beat through the sheets,
Trying and trying to sync with the rhythm of another's heart.
Inhale,
Exhale,
To fill, to empty,
To repeat again.
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