Poetry / Lioness to your Lamb

you one too many times today
In my mind of jumbled melodies made of picturesque visions
Vexed in violet
A pirate of child peasants
Presence with peacock power
Wearing a cape that belonged to Edgar Allen Poe
A doe in the darkness
My lioness to your lamb of reason
A suit of crab underneath
A new season
a new life
Of loving
the spaciousness
Surrounding
Limits
of Confidentiality
of conformity
of convention
My own invention
on the grounds of solitude
where multitudes
of Successes
Carefully undressing
in the nude of cleanliness
Transform and not withstanding
evidence and the decadence
go unseen
Like a human spleen in it’s younger years
So vital and potentially vicious
My precious life is mine
to do with as I see and feel
my way
through the faithful glasses
of instinct.