When I Leave

When I fell in love with my Tiger-Man I was living with another man. I used to spend all night with my Tiger and tiptoe out in the predawn. This is that story.

 

Sometimes while you sleep I hear

You whispering inside my head

And when I shake you out

The static rips open to

Silence.

My digits can’t take it

            Clawing, I grasp at you –

Sanctuary within the reach

Of your arms. But you don’t stir

   Or even groan from

The grooves my nails tore

In your back. So I turn and think:

When the suns shows, then -

        If I can make it to the

        Door.

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