The lioness

Young lioness, love you jumped in my face He had stalked me in tension a while ago. He thrust his white fangs into my face, the lioness bit me in the face today. And suddenly around me, nature a circle was made, of course, sometimes wider, sometimes closer like a gathering of waters. And looking up it hissed, rainbow cut in two, and hearing met her right next to the larks. I put my hand to my eyebrow, at the temple and chin, but the hand no longer knows them. And slip into oblivion on a shining desert over which to pass a copper lioness with cunning movements, one more time and for a while...