Over and Over again

Over and Over again.


Your words air,
like lightened fear,

like the eyes of the gazelle
being hunted

by the lion of me.

Fear is a complication,
of a term served on this earth~

After shying from anguish, a product sold,
after being scorched by the evil devoids'.

Fear is simply learnt-
from the hand of the feeder,

that hits us low-
we are taught.

But this was the choice.

Dear shams,

I may be a lion,
but so are you,

yes,
so are you-

we are a pride ,
we are intuitives you and I-

you and I can consume one another,
over and over again,

sip soul light, eat fear, drink laughter,
and steam tears over rice.

trade spaces for days-

Lion and gazelle are the same,
we're only mere shape shifters'

from mirroring galaxies away~

you may try to slake me away with you words of great fear-
that do mine too- overlay?-

But your words of fear-
are hallowed,

for they are shallowed in the waters that my feet tempt to bay~
Dear "shams",

I give you me,
the gazelle,

you

the lion.

This day.