Sleeping Animagus
By DeVlannWarner Robins, GA
The rain has stopped; skies outside remain grey.
I stand at the rooms threshold, looking out.
My eyes lower. Your blue blanket about
Your bare feet, your rising bosom, you lay
Upon the couch. Are you awake? I say.
Silence. Its time to wake up. A small pout
Forms on your lips, and I begin to doubt
Whether I should wake you. My fingers play
Along your dark, unruly waves - a brush
Across your cheek, tracing patterns arcane
With nails on neck. Freckled skin becomes flush
Beneath my caress. Scratch behind the ear,
You motion. I do. And lo, as I strain
To hear, a cat purring where lay my dear!
--RJW 2/28/2005
