He grasped her in his arms,

she dare not breathe, he was a lion of course.

he starred at the vacant face, in wonder

he wondered, the obvious.

she feigned she was not conscious, shutting her pale eyes gracefully

more tender than ever, he set her upon the bed

she cried in her mind for him to come, pick her again, to clench her against his chest

but he fled

the lion, that is. he left that slumbering lamb upon a bed of thorns

the lamb loved  the lion. the lion loved the lamb. they could not be.

he could not stand to be with her, without her really being there. he had to leave.

the lamb wept. why would he go? has she done him harm?

the lion wept, also. he could not be with her, without her coming to harm. he had to leave for her sake


and yet... they bethought one single thing.


the
lion
fell
in
love
with
the
lamb...