Lamb and the Lion

Why would the lamb look to
the lion with a flame of
forbidden passion?

All legs but one,
collapsing
under the weight of absence.

Tortured by fantasies
mutilated purely by
the condemned nature

Fantasies… Fantasies…
Lion, dear lion, won’t you
look through and see?

A hand I lay
on your cheek
stroking gently, do not turn
away from me

In time waves of
despair disperse,
like cooling atoms

Lightening sparks
Fire moves once more
my heart becomes heavy

I must drain the swelling
or my heart will no longer
beat

Thumping weakly, once again
the lamb will stumble.

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