lioness

its in her posture
and dropped syllables
to negate any questions regarding fulfillment
emotional, physical or otherwise

it is in the dead air that flattens the space between ear to mouth
with the weight of dissipating expectations

it is the vague flippancy of an i love you
it is missing the conviction
that is found with locked eyes

yet it is in the shadow of necessity where
the strength of her own truths lie
observantly waiting
for something to move