Lately I’ve been dancing with lions
I observe them at arms’ length
Watch them as they shape-shift
now seeker • now madman • now rock star • now sailor • now prophet • now tyrant • now collector • now brother • now lost boy • now woodsman • now centaur • now hunter • now hunted • now teacher • now master • now cowboy • now god • now lover • now warrior.
My hips in hot-blooded hands
We waltz the threadbare patterns of legend
This Hippomenes seeks Atalanta
This Theseus seeks Hippolyta
This Samson seeks Delilah
This Antony seeks Cleopatra
This Antrobus seeks Sabina
This Hughes seeks Plath
The heartbeat of myth never falters
gold/silver, desert/ocean, dawn/dusk
This Love seeks Love
And my love is not measured in standard time
We breathe new worlds into stanzas
point/counterpoint
|| pause. ||
Clearly this consummation cannot exist without consumption
Consider the evidence
Consider the endings
These are zero-sum games
That make fairytales seem fair
Yet this you/me still seeks “we”
Though I will not be conquered
And you are hell-bent on survival
but…
Until the battle lines are drawn
and the arena seats are filled
Until the only option is combat
and the last thread breaks
…again
I will be your Daniel, your Danielle
And lie here in your arms
warm/safe
Freshly kissed fingers
Curled gently in your mane