Cosmic Green Light

A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Moritz Kindler on Unsplash

Cosmic Green Light

This is the desk where I sit,
fingers pounding at keys
colored anew with love -
desirous to preserve these thoughts
before they leave me.
Oh blessed memory, take me back
to that December 28th place -
this ritual business of trying to find
the words, words, words
that could possibly compare with this heat.
But damn, if all words don’t lose their relevance
when the light goes from yellow to green
and the cage opens to reveal a waiting lioness -
eyes flickering.
Her growl deep, gutteral.
Hunger, unmistakable.
Salacious is her desire to prey and to be preyed
in an invasion of spirit, blood, and bones
heralding the collision point
of two souls in perpetual want.
Ours.

© Julia R. DeStefano