a lion of a girl – Sarah Little

sharp candlelight throws
shadows, tall flames
creating a circle of

she appears, luminous
gold in the light.
“hey, sweetheart,”
she’s purring, almost –
body is curled like a lion
preparing to pounce.
look closely enough,
you’ll see claws peeking out
minimally unsheathed.

at any moment,
she might pounce.

it’s there in her eyes,
narrowed and
sizing you up.
she’s calculating just the right moment.

and you recognize her
perfume before she enters
your orbit.
she knows every
ridge on your spine.

(this is how it
words borrowed from a
dying language
and the warmth of

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