Oh good morning
Is that the cream of you at my leg?
The milkyness of hidden places tricked me.
So warm.
This sandwich of blankets and skin.
Put me there.
Now.
The black of slipping eyelids gives way
to a movie of projected morning touches
and smiling resurrections from little bunny holes.
See my bunny tail?
I see yours.
We're both wagging.
Wake me I'm dreaming.
Dream me I'm waking.
Like swimming beneath warm.
Even an ouch couldn't hurt me there.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
