Her Soft Ferocity

The lioness –
at the flick of her red hair
whole forests burn to the ground.


Prancing tigress –
her pheromones etched into the air
billow like a moan, ancient, primal,
burning the sun in her own heat,
melting the clouds in their own tears.


Leonine finesse –
She wore beauty for a mane
Making the ocean froth,
The night ooze its stars
Into the earth’s aching womb.


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