Love, young lioness

Love, young lioness
jumped forth in front of me.
It had waylaid me tensely 
for a while.
She drove her white fangs in my face
it bit me, the lioness, today, by the face

And suddenly, around me, nature,
became a circle, tumbling over itself
sometimes larger, sometimes closer
like the grasp of waters.
And sight gushed upwards
a sliced in two rainbow
and hearing came across it
far, by the skylarks

I put my hand to the brow
to my temple and to my chin
but the hand does not recall them,
and it slides unknowingly
onto a desert, glistening
over which, slowly walks
an auburn lioness
with movements shrewd
for a time
and for yet another time…