Lioness

Pacing, pacing, pacing
back and forth, sashay, plié
tightrope prowl
down the line and back again.

The urge, the innate drive to roar,
to proclaim, to maim
to release a deep bubbling growl
pulses with each step,
runs like currents prickling the skin
caught in a cage
needing to go elsewhere
but forgetting where it began,
losing the sense of habitat.

Plastic verdant bushes release scent,
a hungry longing lay waste
at the pit of an insatiable belly
sometimes caught in the loins
a lingering, throbbing,
undercurrent of duty and instinct.

Pacing, pacing, pacing
stuck in slow motion
protest and flight coded in the graceful dance
de-clawed and spayed
she eats long-dead flesh,
rendered to serve as a source of amusement
for snot-crusted kids with overweight parents.

Pacing, pacing, pacing
the way out obscured, locked,
She lays, a golden spread,
long tail flicking and wrestling
covered in dust.




Images via Behance Network: Lion Series