Lion

You walk like a LION
Your head held high on battlegrounds of untamed beasts that would feast on your mane if that be all they could eat when their body rejects water
Taming the ground by your claws striking the earth more sharply than a scorpion’s venom in veins
You walk like a wild king with centuries beneath broad shoulders
And retreats by means of glowing green eyes in darkness
And in the light
A cry of bold roaring chasing fear through the jungle like a wildfire
And your hair like a timeless replica of the moon’s fullness and the sun’s shine
Furiously trying to escape the irony of gentleness that entraps your thoughts
But when you walk
Your bones like bamboo shooting arrows back at the steps taken before
Leaving tracks that read like a stampede
Glaring with your eyes split in two with a golden reed
Rolling them turning them away with the a cry louder than monsoons
With weeping that quakes souls with the strength of emotional tsunami
Carelessly ripping through my heart like a hurricane coming inland
From a sea of tears
You walk like a LION
Proud of tearing into pheromones sent to nowhere from the confusion
That comes with not knowing our own bodies
Taking what feels right
I can’t call you good
But I think I love you
And the way you walk