Winter Lion - Poem by Mona Adviento
YOu creep upon my consciousness as i try to obliterate the memory of our short-lived affair.
I smell you in the silence-your heat suffusing through my pores, ascending to my hypothalmus.
YOu throb in the stillness as I catch glimpses of your steely eyes,
softened by the moonlight.
You kissed my hand in curiosity,
it's calloused texture arousing your strength
Your uncertainty astonished me for I believe you to be the Lion-calculating, ponderous; never impulsive.
For a brief instant, I had your brain in my hand-
as it descended beyond your control upon the response of my lips.
A sense of triumph,
And then the thrill..
And then the overkill.
I laid my heart bare and your eyes
Pierced my eagerness
And the flame died in your smile.
No challenge here, you must have thought.
Though taken, can be taken again
And it pains me, kills me
To think, to know..
I am but a simple girl.
And I can’t live the fast-lane life of
come and go as the pleasure calls.
I dared to tread uncharted waters
And I am scalded by the rejection of a prospective mystery
You linger in my thoughts where I don’t even want look
At your perfection that has scarred my pride
Abruptly, the landscape changed and there is
No hope in pining for your interest
I am a crushed leaf, fresh out of season.
And as I fold back into humus,
I pray you fade like all the lost winters.
You chill me to the bone.
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