For the Love of Tug of War
There’s a lion in my throat!
He says: “Grrrushaw, grrrushaw!
I’ll get you, deary, still, tonight-
I feel his fierce paws trickling down
my spine, my spine
etching burning marks
that whisper off… divine, divine!
There’s a lion growling in my throat-
my love, you are no concubine!”
he snarls, he snarls,
grrushaw, my love.”
The lion says goodnight.