sea–a watery body, a span of waves and storms.
lion–a mane[lan]d monarch, sta[l]king out the spots the sunlight warms.
what chimericonjuration of a creature could this be? could some such solar swimmer make savannah of the salted sea?
salt! must be the answer–as so often turns out true. land-loving leonines sometimes are honeyed, but no such sweetness is secreted within you. no, you are sated only when you’re salted, when your tears can’t be told from the sea you swim cold, when lachrymallusion’s exalted.
so it is: salient is the saline in the salvatory solvent you savor. it fills your face with its flush, flaring fulsome to feed what you favor: fire under sealine, salt flown into flame–and you, feline aquatic, show the nictitating natures of your name.