the Lion

Beloved, How I love your outbursts in laughter. They open, rejuvenate they break every spell. You are open and more willingly to look at yourself than anyone I've met. Like a child so pure and open. Eager to take the steps to your garden, abundant with ripe fruits. Never before have I met a man so willingly to give his head. Never before have I felt such an invitation to wield the sword of discrimination. Leaving me to strip your soul bare. Looking at me with eyes of the Goddess devotee. Like a lamb to the slaughter. To rise like a phoenix from the flames of transformation. In the distant I hear the roar of a wild powerfull loving lion celebrating freedom. I cannot give you anything. I feel that I just take from you. How can I give when your heart is already an overflowing cup. How can I pretent to enrich your life when all I can give you is goodbye. Your fountain of joy I dance in. Your complete faith in me, breakes me. Your vulnerability I am amazed at. Your devotion I bow down to.