The Lion waits outside the door
Enticed by the smell of fresh meat
Within, the brothel whore
Prepares the substance of her treat.
Green eyes smiling
Lion claws the lock.
Opening, beguiling
Answering the knock.
Babylon sister
Tears at his skin.
Rips the mane from his throat
Sucks the dark blood in.
Helpless, he surrenders.
But it’s win win.
When she drags him by his leg
Toward her lair
To be consumed at her leisure
He asks “Is this what you wanted,
To live in a house that is haunted
By the ghost of you and me?”
She says “So, Mr. Cohen,
I don’t think I’m goin’
To like
Your vulnerability.
To which the Lion says
“I’m tired of tryin’
You won’t hear me lyin’ anymore.”
Then he shuts the door to ennui.