Lovers of Lions

quick poem on new lovers still needs work

You've caught me

  a mouthy hero of the bourgeoisie

  whose heart screams like letters from a marquee

  kiss me under judas trees

 

Bask in my majestic failures

Find my folleys down rabbit holes amature

lay the trap, beating hearts will lure

a love with no composure



parade me with pride

a beast to confide, a beauty to stand beside

no other name could reside

its only the whole world you must provide













If ever doubt arises in you loved one

Look for the warmth of the radiating sun