THE LIONS DEN

THE VAPORS

And time, time finds me once again retreating to this, this my fortress of solitude.

I so many miles away from the source of my indecision, she so fragrant in my mind, my soul yearning for her touch.

The caress of her voice on my scarred psyche, the electric jolt of her touch on my skin.

My heart beating an echoing song into the valley of my indecision, I so wanting in my need.

365 days ago I looking upon her and wishing I could say the things pounding at my temples, her young queen and I, I wandering king, these streets of Babylon mine home.

I pondering if I should open the doors to this mine kingdom.

So long the wait as seasons changed and I filling my days with concubines, they leaving me empty in these my caverns.

Her lips calling my name causing the blood to boil in my veins, the slim curves of she holding me enthralled, I wanting her in my world so fucking badly. 

That was then and this, this is now, I now knowing her secrets and she mine, I a captive to her charms, subsonic in nature.

We together moving as one, I having known her since the creation of time, we beating as drums on an African plain, we roaring lion and lioness as the sun crosses the sky.

I replaying these things so many times that they have become engraved in who I be.

I superman cringing in fear wondering is she my salvation or my end, these feelings, these feelings.

I having placed this distance, I having retreated to this, this my fortress of solitude to discern.

I once solid am now drifting on the vapors ethereal in mine nature.

I miss her so, damn, I miss her so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY