Lion Songs
by Sophia Potter
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My poems wring around
her rosy-fingered dawn
play it:
her song! her song!
play her out
she's gone
a con
I am left hot and heavy
leaden, barren, and touched
by the sun
For shame! For shame!
and when she caught me
I had hoped she would
stay
and yet so far away
I find her
perhaps she is
tracing rosy-petaled lips
upon some other
lover's hips
the vision fades
I cry for shame
Her face it haunts me
I am lost
a gilded pony gallops across
the scene
Godiva calls, I am open
broken
and ready for her arms
But the red haired woman
like a speckled fawn
in my dreams I hold her in my arms
I spilled my blood
and here I am
wishing for a kiss
before the Battle has begun,
of Actium,
She promises she'd come
So when I see the dawn
I am saved
I am home
Mercy,
at long last.
Love,
at long lost.
Alas it seems!
dreams do come true,
but only
when you are
torn in two!