beauty, love, poetry, sex, Uncategorized, women

King Bear Returns To His Cave

I return to my cave,

Wallowing in silence,

Full and empty at the same time,

The sticky sweetness of honey

Still on my claws,

Small enough

To fit into the space I call

An invisible kingdom

And you, my queen,

Rest there without cause to fear,

We part with understanding,

Aficionados of solitude,

Yet the swell of your hip

Calls my hand between pages,

Not maudlin but resting,

Replenished in the quiet, warm twilight,

Yet I raise my nose to the air,

Breathe you in

From so far away.

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