Dinner for two by moonlight
The lion loves the gazelle
he’s eating
more than life itself.
There is no life
without that love.
What gift could he give
more than claws
rushing through hide
to underbelly soft-as-love insides?
The moment of surrender
when the gazelle
gives up the fight
must surely be like a sweet coming
on a soft mattress
enclosed and absorbed
into the maw
of the beloved.
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