The Lioness - a poem by Dianne Ameshe  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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