 
You found her empty heart and left your essence there. You filled her den with vapor, elixir strong and sweet. Enticements and surprises you placed beneath her feet When she (Herself) awakened to see the morning light she stumbled on your presents and giggled with delight ! Who was this secret Dveller the mystery of night? A Prince of myrth and magic who vanishes from sight .... The vapor of this stranger still lingers in the air eternal love - elixir to stain the Lady's lair .... Illusionary rapture: Alas, but just a dream - Our fantasies examined are never what they seem What is the sacred meaning... These 'presents' that I keep? They are forever with me A poem written for my 'virtual' Russian Lover |
he Lioness
was
sleeping