Lioness

I met a girl the other night through a friend, another poet Speakeasy, and I was inspired. So here it is. This is for Nicole. **(You can find the audio for this poem at www.myspace.com/hypotheticpoetry)

"Lioness" - hypothetic

I’m being stalked by a lioness
And I don’t even mind
Let the tall grass blend with her curls
and I’ll lie here
Let her take me
feed her future with my insides
I am nothing but an offering
Let me be a sacrifice
Something clearly inadequate
But all I have for tribute
Like each moon trading with the sun
She rises with the sunset and yellow never bit my taste buds like ferocity of Nicole
A baroness
I’m building castles in her image
But I can’t chip stone to match her curves
And no watchtower could provide a better view of landscapes and sloping hills then her eyes
Let me take up arms
I will bare this shield and armor if I could win for her a kingdom
Something tangible to offer for just a brush of her lips against my cheek
I only want to be a figment
Something to grace her imagination
Because I’m better off a whisper if she won’t be there in the morning
I’d rather she daydream about me wide awake so at least I’m on her mind when she’s conscious
Forgive me Nicole
I can only offer what I am
A mirage of a man with too much to say
Let me be next to you
Spending every morning reminding myself what you look like
I’ll trace every inch of you with my eyes
I’ve mapped out this heart of mine so you’ll know right where to go
Mona Lisa be your rival
I want famous dancers to sketch you
Because if its unnatural to the artist they’ll pay attention to your detail
Devour me Nicole
Eat me away
I can only pray to some God to end up in your arms
Or to at least die by your hand
Either way would be sufficient because at least my last memory would be of you
A lioness
Nicole