Dandy Lion

by piningforest

in every sense; saturated yellow

at the neon bar

her eyes fell into me

and took a souvenir as she tiptoed out

You’re like Christine and the Queens

she versed

but her eyes were in the next room

I am seen without eyes; obliterated.

That’s the dandelion power.

Vulnerable to the strong winds

she has gone to seed

a shedding of sunshine and nectar

soft as cotton, grey scale

she will grant you one wish in her notebook

ball point pen a-ready.

Dandily roaring to her own sharp teeth

of quick quips; wickedly sharp and

shoved under her mane

so that you won’t see

the umbilical that

that

just can’t cut, can’t join

can’t touch,

she wants

her childhood duvet

she wants to surrender

and fall on soft grass

an arm of grass

two arms

she wants for you

to hold her tight

and tell her

you’re loving

she wanted you to

always take her in

with a cup of hot milk

and hurry in to tell her

things

will

be beautiful again

but,

but,

Dandelion has gone to seed,

the wind won,

now cotton specks fly

through the sky

and Dandy Lion

is free,

is light,

is everywhere

and her seeds

will fall on the lives

with whom she lit up

with wonderous warmth

just like that night

at the neon bar.