Lessons to the Lion

...lean up into me. Forfeit nothing. not your grace not your calmcollectedawesomeness. I spent the better half of the day driving. Down. Driving. You mad. Let's get brutal, maybe, honest as well. I never needed a prophet, I've got jesus in the eyes already. The one to exclaim out from the darkness to my brother upon finding the hidden door, and to cheer on the broken wings of fallen beasts, AM like the breeze to fill the empty spaces we didn't realize were even empty. My god, these hands though!! Fuck me. these makers of goodness and this heart that craves learning. These lips.. pressed warm and gently to the perfect cunt of my slender lover. Ammmen. I am marvelously made and YES hungry for wisdom. Yessssssss! To evoke and multiply the mind's gleaming... But... from the mouth of the undone man. Stripped of cleverness and earnest with his own reckoning of deception. I want HIM. I want his words and his bloodied fists. Admiration for the humble, for the one who yearns for my own answering also. Who stands defeated and offers his tattered lessons from open hands!! Ahhhh.. I abide gently now.. driven by my morning.. lingering though among the quiet eye of the storm. Andrew Tipton