My Lioness

There is a susurrus of truth, of real, feral ecstasy. I have an animal inside, that lives deep within my me --- its locked in a cage of fire, rusted iron, and broken rings: my desire is unslung, and unhinged pride released by hope'simmortal wings. She lives in me, a breathing lioness, prairies' queen, running, like the wind --- and velocity as fair as beauty undress, instigated by night's last rescind. It was in me all along. My lioness slinks through silent grasses throng.