Mind of a Mature Lion

if you were to physically pass away
I would lean over you and just whisper
my words would beat on the drums of your ears
creating a rhythm that only your heart could comprehend
since I speak the language of love
your heart recognizes my message
and begins to dance to the beat
pumping lyrics through your aorta
giving your entire body the words that I’m telling you
oxygen from my voice
is now bypassing your ear canals
and contacting the left side of your heart
your lungs begin to join in
and move with the rhythm
now pumping melody, love and life
back into your body
you then whisper back to me
“thank you for saving me
and keeping your word
that you’ll always be there for me”

as I’m about to walk out
on another unsuccessful attempt
of touching hearts
with a woman
I heard teardrops
hitting the kitchen floor
like hail landing on
the roof of my car
as my body about faces
one hundred and eighty degrees
I realize
that I really can’t blame her
for not knowing how to treat
and care for a man
that cares for her
as she opens her mouth
her past pierces my eyes
showing me that she grew up fatherless
he left when she was five
and that was the last time
she saw her mother appear alive
dead to the world she became
never getting over the pain
and numbness of the man
she helped create life with
leaving her and never appearing again
reflexology and acupuncture
couldn’t even get blood to flow again
through her body
as this little girl grew
all she heard from her mother
was the negative about her father
and how all men are canines
that should be treated like
the animals they are
so as I walk over to her
and embrace her
twenty five years
of pain and built up emotions
were released on my shirt
it didn’t bother me
that when she was done
my shirt looked like
I was in a monsoon
I just removed it
put it outside to dry
to show her
that with sunlight and love
anything can be good as new
no matter what the roots went through
let me place you
in my garden of love
where the soil
is enriched with
agape, phileo, storge and eros
her first actual words
she said since I did
my about face
was you were the man
that I’ve always dreamed about
just promise me
to never wake me
and let me slumber
beside you until
my heart stops beating
and even when that happens
let my heart beat inside yours
because yours will beat
inside of mine
for eternity

after the end
of my last relationship
it was my pen
that consoled me
and helped with the pain
she let me touch
and hold her
whenever I wanted
even let me keep her
in my pocket when
going out
about two years went by
when it was just my pen and I
I was always interested in this woman
who then became interested in me
which led to more time
being spent with her
than my pen
after that woman and I
got intimate
my pen was initially happy for me
her and I would touch
and words would come out
they were about this woman
but my pen didn’t mind
months went by
this woman and I
was now communicating
often and regularly
whenever I made time
for my pen
it was to write
about this woman
after every time
I wrote about her
something felt different
every time I touched my pen
I would hold her
my poems got longer
like she didn’t want
me to let her go
then the woman
started to notice
how much less
time we spent
complained at how
I carried my pen everywhere
it got so bad
that every time
this woman and I
would become intimate
I would grab my pen afterwards
hold her all night
and write
one morning
after waking up
from an all night session
I saw this note
which was in my handwriting
that said:
who was here for you first?
who gives you everything you want?
you told me that you wanted
A wife and children
and your stupid self
can’t see
that you have that
and you are cheating on me deliberately
when you hold me
you embrace me
I am your woman
we make love
on paper
and birth poems
everything you wanted
and asked for
I gave you
so today
you have to decide
it’s either
me or her
and after reading this note
I noticed that my pen
was so much more
than a writing utensil
but has been my woman
since I lost my last woman
and now having to make
this decision
between my pen
and this woman
but you can tell
which one I chose
because I wrote this
with my wife
who is so happy
and proud of
all the children
we created in this book