Held tight,
The world outside
Would roar on
Without us
Nestled against my fur,
Safe and warm,
When I leave, it’s with
You keeping a piece of me,
For safekeeping,
There are beasts to slay,
Food and skins to gather,
And so, bear the scent of me,
The tang of my flesh,
On your lips,
I’ve chosen your clothes
And you will act with my
Instructions,
For I am swift to discipline,
Animated by the
Urge to protect you,
Even from yourself,
To coax the best of you,
By my command and protection,
I go forth but feel sweetness
At the anticipation
Of my return,
To hold you hard enough to
Make it ache.
MB Blissett 