the shadowy understory
I ran into a ravenous lion.
Afraid of being eaten alive
knowing how cats love to taunt their prey,
I wanted to run.
Like heavy petting,
they lick and nibble, play rough enough
to exhaust the poor creature into begging for consummation.
Then I noticed the gash in his heart
gushing tears. I went to him
looked into his sky eyes.
Tired he yawned, which made me yawn.
And while my eyes were closed
he swallowed me whole.