Let the Lion Sleep Tonight
You would have even more grace
if you would lie back
and close the eyes on your face.
Don't look and don't listen.
Let the lion sleep tonight.
You awake as Beauty on a cloud
stripped true naked and proud
your hands quiet, your breath loud.
Your humidity begins to climb.
You are shaking out of time
not from ice, but from wild fires.
What we do is only what nature requires.
The beast tastes his Beauty
not from lust nor base desires
the cause is not the fires
nor the love of lips and flesh enmeshed.
Remember, you are cloud-born Beauty
this feasting is a lover's duty.
The effect gets cataclysmic and unruly
when Beauty shakes with new abandon
as the beast consumes at random
as the tumult hits a pinnacle
passion spits like a miracle.
The universe exhales
as the poet spins his tales
of this Beauty and her beast
and their everloving feast.
Piet Cross was born in the United States in 1952. He lives with his five children, assorted animals from nature and his books in Providence, Rhode Island. Click Here to view the Piet Cross Poetry Index.
Piet Cross Poetry-The Breeze Vectors, "Let the Lion Sleep Tonight" No. 70
Published: November 24, 2002 by the Cosmic Baseball Association
Copyright © 2002 by Piet Cross