I call you my affection whore
ever climbing on my lap for contact
lately, my fine-food snob waiting for
toasted croissant flakes placed on your tongue
you will do anything for either pleasure
propped in my bed, we’re having a cuddle
my arm cradles your soft white fuzzy head
tinged with apricot curls
your eyes close in sybaritic repose
you will do anything for this pleasure
tenderly I stroke your cheeks, throat
trace the caverns and coils of your ears
caress your breast and tummy trying not to tickle
your breathing slips silently into peaceful trust
I will do anything for this pleasure
now a light snore
small body soft, limp in sleep
we are devoted, habituated
to each other’s quirks, needs, desires
you are oblivious to this mutual pleasure
fearing the inevitable, I hesitate to disturb you
knowing that soon you will outgrow
these intimate bonding episodes
seeking to satisfy young curiosities
but not before you awaken with a start
at some imagined threat
leap and shriek and bark and bark
jump from the bed, race to the door
to protect us both from harm
So beautiful. A tender tribute to (wo)man’s best friend.
Love this. Beautiful, tender, love the growth in mutual pleasures.
Leslie, this is just lovely. You brought the reader “write” into the moment.
Leslie, Anyone who has ever experienced the mutual pleasure of caring for a young dog or cat can relate to this beautiful love letter.