 he Lioness
was
sleeping
When you sneaked into her
lair ~
You found her empty heart
and left your essence there.
You filled her den with vapor,
elixir strong and sweet.
Enticements and surprises
you placed beneath her feet
When she (Herself) awakened
to see the morning light
she stumbled on your presents
and giggled with delight !
Who
was this secret Dveller
the mystery of night?
A Prince
of myrth and magic
who vanishes from sight ....
The vapor of this stranger
still
lingers in the air
eternal love - elixir
to stain the Lady's lair ....
Illusionary rapture :
Alas, but just a dream -
Our fantasies examined
are never what they seem
What is the sacred meaning...
These 'presents' that I keep?
They are forever
with me
and haunt me when I sleep.
A poem written for my 'virtual' Russian Lover
for Vitaly by Dee...11-11-99
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