he was a lion
i was desire
i spoke his name
as i grew higher
i waded
i walked
i felt the ground
as i looked across the water
and there his hands go
waving from left to right
crying from wrongs
begging to be right
he drank the water
i laughed from afar
but loved his ways
regardless
we stood opposite
wondering where we’d go
when we go
wandering to our left
yet running to our right
but stopping when things
felt right
too far right