02. The Lion Tamer

The Lion Tamer

The lion roars, a sound like thunder,
His open jaws huge
unforgiving; Shoulder blades
slice the air,
He stalks,
Pelvic muscles and bones
swaggering
cock-sure;
His tail cuts the tension
between us, whips
back and forth;
He roars again,
His mouth a cave,
Home to that lolling tongue,
Hungry cavern
only the brave dare venture,
Thirty teeth like pointed sheaths
pearly white, sterile.
And yet I see a chunk of meat
wedged in the black hairline
between two square molars
and it looks like a hand
wearing my wedding ring.
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