Lion Licks Lioness

by Occult Fan

How sorted from Sweetness to sordid some things
the dew always a jewel until gravity clips her wings
then the ground to which she collapses devours her, it clings
draining the vitality from her essence
until she becomes the spirit of which that in to which she sinks
never let the ground be a dark and horrid hollow
for such a lipid and bright shining bauble hallowed
rather let her become the very nature of sustenance by sustaining
the very golden shadow becomes more life, rather than shrinking
or remaining shallow
back to the stem
once more again
just to continue to rain
and rain
and rain