Thursday, August 14, 2014

The King

Along the hardwoods a soft padding approaches

A breath on my cheek, I push away with strong force

I open one eye and see him as he crouches

The bed shakes as his full weight hits like a horse

Even when I want him to leave, he always stays

My arm runs red, punctured deep by sharp claws

He licks my wounds, I bury hands in his thick mane

Eyes glow golden, as he nuzzles near with huge paws

He frightens me, but there's also a surge of peace

To drift off asleep encircled by power in this place

Gentle as a dove, yet a wild untamed beast

Warmth fills, rest comes, always near his face

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