Lions Lament

Yes I am the Dominant
The Master and Owner
Standing atop a mountain looking down
Accepting care and service easily
With a casual wave of My protective hand
From natural bred grace and nonchalance.
Or so it seems to the casual
Those whose perceptions start at desire
And stop at self satisfaction
The users who propagate the planet
With false ideas and logic
Making a mockery of everything dear
And sacred
For simplistic gratification.

Let Me crack the facade
Rend the curtain wide
Expose the inner temple to the penitent
Wishing more than fleeting pleasure
At the hands of the bewildered
Eager to worship a graven image.
I hurt
I fucking bleed
I fail more than I win
Very rarely do I ever succeed to My satisfaction
Because the world still isn't perfect
I cant control everything
And until I can I am a failure.

Tonight I will lay quietly
Surrounded by My horses
And they will smell Me
Put their nostrils to Mine
Breathe in My exhalations
Measure and judge Me
Much as you do every day
And find Me lacking
Unworthy of trust
Of consideration
Or love
And shun Me
Politely
Kindly
But with authority
Push Me back
Towards an empty room
Refusing to carry Me
Beneath their heavy hooves
To join our brothers
Amongst the sage brush.

And I will sit, in tears
Aching, wanting an end,
Reach for the roulette wheel
And spinning pray for zero
Till finger curls and
Nothing
Pointless click
Fumbling
To repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Till even God laughs,
Embarrassed
Mortal.

Yes guilt will make Me stop
Force another try at life in all its horror
As if somehow things might change
For just one moment
Be magically
Transmuted
From stinking effluent
To gold or precious diadem
And I could prove a point without sacrifice
Or disembowelment with a rusty spoon.

Praying My lips inscribe
Words dark with arterial blood
Touch Me
Reach out your hand again
I will not struggle
Pretend I have more power than you give Me
We are old companions you and I
Traveled beyond the provinces
Treading the boards in West End theaters
For audiences of two.

Love Me
Arch your back for My caress
Never flinch from these talons
Or shrivel from My fangs.
Proudly wear the red kisses
Carefully administered to your thighs
Reddening with anger
Turning blue with time
Then purple like an Emperors cloak.

The print of My palm on your cheek
One blow that dropped you willingly
To hand and knee
Buttocks raised and flared
Exposing
Your wanton desire
For submission
As I penetrate
Deeply
Fiercely
The dark and tight confines
To seed your bowel.

Yes I am the Dominant
The Master and Owner
Standing atop a mountain looking down
Accepting care and service easily
With a casual wave of My protective hand
From natural bred grace and nonchalance.

But you know better
Because you are the one
She
Anointed
And before you I am exposed
Naked
Bereft of false identity
Placed simply
High upon the pedestal
That you keep
Alone.