Today… I helped a lion.
I know, yeah, that sounds funny,
like why, why was I with a lion, right?
N why choose static, n not flight?
Allow me first to defend
this step I didn’t take,
coupled with benevolent wonderment
because all the doubt will be asunder rent.
Take, if you will a moment
to imagine this brilliant scene
where a tired lady, and a mopey bard
found themselves with their eyes starred
Where together they stood,
but still separate they were,
because fierceness and ambition are not
the same as confidence and belief. Forgot
did they, in this moment, here.
Standing still, and uncertain
but bearing, both, the burden of love not
known. To them, were their passions for naught.
Now, awkwardness rendered clear,
our star-crossed goofballs lay the scene
where I’m the mountain, and the lion is she.
Addendum: Things of sappy kind, here, be.
TODAY… I helped a Lion.
Or rather she helped me help her.
With proximity came our clarity,
and in stillness we accomplished rarity
Together we found our love
because our love found us together
and in that discovery our lips made one, too
or, ours met, and hearts became one, not two.
In truth, she had initiative
and moved first to acquaint our lips
but I played the Don Juan in this our tale
In that I was swept, and swooned, e’en as I regale
So I suppose I was more quarry
than Quartermaine in this story
but I helped, as I stated, my lion, today
I promise these are true facts, so listen I pray
When she kissed me, her heart stopped
for a second, like mine did,
and in that moment I found her alone.
An awkward way for your kisser to be known.
I pondered this in that time
that half-second of sensory fail
where action hadn’t quite registered
but my mind had a short hour to think
What makes a lion shudder?
What could make my huntress meek?
Then I realized that I’m a mountain
But, in moment’s, a mountain of dust.
Why couldn’t a lion at times
be a mouse, if stone crumbles?
So it hit, right as the first kiss parted…
She was afraid of being disregarded
But not just in general.
She loved me, so she feared me.
But more than that, she was afraid of
losing herself again to some un-love
So I did what anyone
would do in my fortuned place:
I requited the bold kiss of my girl
It took me long enough to, yeah, I know
But I kissed her. I love her.
I knew in a kiss that I did,
and in mine, my girl has her fire again.
See, like I said, Today, I helped a lion.
I gave her the confidence
to know that she deserves
every ounce of love the world, over, can fork
much less the love of one huge, silly dork
so with that my tale ends,
but ours here begins.
Through each other, we know our full strength
and will be bold for one another for some length
Because this love we’ve found is
forever, the kind we have can’t die.
A mountain and a lion must together be…
Because this mountain must run… and his lion should see
every ounce of what she is and will be.
Our tale continues, but
this short one closes shut.
We’ll seal that chapter as we have every other
with a long overdue kiss, and smile to melt the sun.
For this mountain walks, and his lion can rest
For they both are loved, and their tale has just begun.
© Sean Michael Moreno 2014
(Forgive the crappy angle of the video, I’ll probably reshoot it when I fix or replace my webcam.)
Hope y'all enjoy!