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.
MB Blissett 