Me and My Little Leo Lion

My skin is the color of mud and hers is like sand, but together in the sun our pigments both shine
golden together.
The moon makes us glow when it illuminates our legs that fit within each other in the night.
Suddenly her tattoos become constellations ready to be filled in by my fingers that trace them
Unable to be defeated by mortal weapons and with fur immune to attack, Leo – the constellation
in the sky – shines bright and describes the power within her. You’ll come to reckon it too when
she releases her roar if attention isn’t on her, but as a libra of the scales, you’ll find that it isn’t
difficult in the slightest to keep your dreams fixated on her. Her mane alone could keep you
entertained in your idealistic world of beauty.
Ferociously kind.
Her golden indestructible fur protects you in the fiercest of ways. It, too, protects a heart as big
as the galaxy itself which only her eyes might give you hints to its capacity if you get to know
her well enough.
But it isn’t the moments of strength and roaring that illustrate the ability that she contains. It’s
mornings with this Leo, when her eyes are closed that I get to see the capability of her power.
It’s when the sun is still rising and I’m wide awake. Her constellation tattoos come to life and
embrace me while she’s still drunk with sleep. King of the pride for everyone during the day, my
little Leo lion kisses me gently on the neck as our stars and constellations begin to shine golden
in the new daylight. “I love you” she says.
The power that she holds over me.

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