Poem – In Your Lap


In Your Lap

Old man,
When I first saw you,
I envisaged a large bird,
with sharp, playful eyes,
with gentle wings
under which you would take
proteges in the craft.

I used to be a bird,
I used to be the goose
that laid the golden eggs,
until i protested
to the jailor,
so, in a frenzy,
to keep me quiet,
he cut my throat.

But in doing that,
He cut the tether,
gave me wings,
wings,
to fly away to freedom,
along with my brood,
to become anew,
rising up from
a damaged woman,
blemished and scarred,
hopeful and shy,
then
sinking,
sinking,
burning out,
deeply into loneliness
and grief.

With time,
caution,
and renewed strength,
I became a cat,
a lovable cat
with spots and stripes,
a cat
who emerged when,
I jokingly, purringly
said,
I may have to crawl
over your lap
to get to the door.

You asked,
if that was a promise.
A promise?
Oh yes!
Not only do i like
to sit next to you,
your warmth,
your comforting presence,
I would like
to curl up in your lap,
and purr softly
into you.

Like a cat,
I am curious,
I am cautious,
cautious of the fullish moon,
how it is approaching
and how it will make me want,
desire,
to kitten-claw my way
up a man’s torso,
to touch his heart,
to caress,
and kiss
the warm,
pulsating
life
at his neck.

TAJ
February 2007

Advertisements

About shewrite63

I am Theresa. I am a Mother and intermittent writer. I published a bittersweet novel under the pen name of Florence T Lyon. I am also a real life survivor, cynic and IT support worker trying to keep up with technological changes. Can't eke a living off of my writing skills - yet!
This entry was posted in Hobbies. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s