As the Lions Do
Let us, as the lions do, bathe ourselves:
As brushes let our tongues and taste buds be,
Lapping and scrubbing the purring body
Of a lover and shine-coated Other.
Let us, as the lions do, feed ourselves:
As hunters let our eyes through grasses gorge,
Commanding hungry limbs to explosive
And panting pursuits of ephemerals.
Let us, as the lions do, rest ourselves:
As royals let our sated souls languish,
Soaking the shade of a sun-dappled earth
And yawning oblivious nonchalance.