month of may.

You
came
in, like a lion.
with teeth of excitement and fur as gold as dreaming in the middle of church.
your paws
ran the road to rebellion like a speedway,
and ran right into me.

hovering, as nuetral as a bumble bee.
people like me
are soft to touch,
but i assure you, we can sting.

so you came.
much like a young lion.
who has just gained its molars.
extatic, over just about anything
whether you should've been or not.

and i
was monotone at best
when it came to our meeting.
it came much like spring in my city.
when it arrives, neighbourhood by unsuspecting neighbourhood,
you will know.
as if it has it's own parade
complete with mega phones.

everyone knew.
and it was as loud as a car crash.
crashed into each other as violently as a racer into a tree.
you were moving so fast,
and i was content in staying still
in myself.
and in my plans.

i had plans for staying secure
in my lonliness
and in my bitterness
of the last time i had been trampled on.
so i was willing to sting who ever i need
to keep my self
from getting attached.

lions
seem viscous.
but a cub
holds everything but what God wouldn't allow.
and my eyes
hold blindness to whats right infront of me
and i wear rose coloured glasses,
so i can only see
what concerns myself.
myself.

so it appears,
my stinger got stuck,
backwards.
it was like a thorn in your paw,
for a quick moment before your abrupt departure,
then it was me, sitting on my own sword,
that i had once blindly thought was a shield.

it is clear to me now
that you were out for more than play,
and less than murder.
you were hunger,
in a less dangerous way.
you were teeth of excitement and not torment.
you were vulnerable and now viscous
and now i deeply wish
that i didn't send you away, lion
as a lamb.