Friday, July 18, 2008

Balder Every Morning

Balder Every Morning

Like he does not have enough of his own.

He’s covered, from ear to claw with it.

And wants mine.

I cannot tell you how many nights

I’ve awakened to this chewing, gnawing
Saliva-filled, purring feline in nirvana.

My cat is eating my hair.

Nocturnally. And it feels good, to me.

I would not tell that to everyone.

It’s all I can do to make him stop.

I say, “Jack! NO!”

But I mean, “Yes!”

And I think he knows it.
Something so therapeutic about it.

He was born at night, but not last night!

I cuddle him close, so our noses touch.
And tell him to behave.

And fall asleep again, hoping he forgets.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008

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