Independant Souls

	Independant Souls
	Dedicated to Bearess, Russian Blue She walked with the smooth imperceptible movement Of clear midnight, striding from silence to silence, Hair dipped in moonlight silver the day was her own. But just when my mind's shadows clouded the sunshine, She'd appear, her eyes, quills, widening to black moons, Face buried into my chest. She murmered, bristles softening, She gave herself over to these arms that still reach for her. She would settle in, with a warm weighty solid trust that was Uniquely her own. . .At my touch Her spine had all the struggling resistance Of a lover's, a ragdoll, an afghan blanket, She draped me without a baby's sweaty cling. She would stay in my arms until she knew She was no longer needed so much. Then she'd slide away, Slipped like a silk shirt off a hanger. [Newest Poems ] \| [Watermark Me Free] \| [Haiku] \| [Life Eaten with a Spoon] \| [Statistics] \| [Humanyms] \| [A Closer Look] \| [Links] \| [Page Half-Full] \| [Home] ©1999-, Pearl Pirie

Dedicated to Bearess, Russian Blue

She walked with the smooth imperceptible movement
Of clear midnight, striding from silence to silence,
Hair dipped in moonlight silver the day was her own.

But just when my mind's shadows clouded the sunshine,
She'd appear, her eyes, quills, widening to black moons,
Face buried into my chest. She murmered, bristles softening,
She gave herself over to these arms that still reach for her.
She would settle in, with a warm weighty solid trust that was
Uniquely her own. . .At my touch
Her spine had all the struggling resistance
Of a lover's, a ragdoll, an afghan blanket,
She draped me without a baby's sweaty cling.
She would stay in my arms until she knew
She was no longer needed so much.
Then she'd slide away,
Slipped like a silk shirt off a hanger.