Old scars
Faded to washes
Of silver
Dusting of snow on
Fur
Thicker in the chest
Leaner and hungrier
But not thirsty
I set my intention
To plant
Deep kisses into the soil of your soul
Hold the soft perfection of your face
Between my hands
And dive into the warm
Tropical ocean of your
Eyes
Explore you slowly
Time has taught me
To make my actions
Purr as a falling star
And the years
My age reveal
Appreciation
For what exists before me
Time has made me
Slow and certain
But the spring in my step
The hooves of Pan
Play rhythms of
My bones
And you,
My maiden
Let me weave flowers
Where there is hair
To do so
