Loving me will not be easy,
For too much is not enough and enough will always be too much.
I will push you away like a shore longing to be alone with her sun.
I will make love to you in the glory that is morning,
But I will build my walls at night.
While you are fast asleep in a sea of unconsciousness
I will shatter the mirrors of our affection
And when I pound at the door to your demons, I beg of you...
So you watched her peel away the layers of what was,
She lay there arms outstretched in her own sea of belonging.
You knew by the way she threw her head back in laughter
And the way her touch would linger on your skin.
You knew the depths of her even when her waters were murky.
And just when you think you have shown her solid ground
She looks back at the shore and says...
Now you will find her better than you left her, alone in the woods;
You will not recognize her now.
You will beg to the night for this meek doe in the pale moon:
You will not notice
There is a lion among us.