familiars

lion

Old friend,
rest your head on my
chest again, weigh me down.
How you’ve grown since I last let you
rest at the edge of my bed.
(weight)
A lion from a kitten,
pads and claws from pinprick paws,
sinew and muscle and softest fur,
(weight)
Dogged, determined a hounding
Within, this familiar. Flee
The haunting, my twin.

Here kitty kitty-
how you have grown!
What big eyes you have
fixed on me. The inward home
Never tame, and always domestic,
And always on my chest
(weight)
awhile a week a year a life,
all those
moments you grew and I knew
you grew, and the fear of it was
(weight)

Will you ever leave me, beloved?
Or will prowling purrs greet me
bedside to wake and
defeat me each day
that I live, you eat
me and feed me, your
(weight)
crushing my chest with present choices.
I’ll let you nudge me til I reach for you,
gnaw me while I preach at you
scratching itching ears and comfort scars
claw to the bone. Yawn,
large and
constant companion, while I
(wait)
I will live with you
and learn from you,
and rule you and be ruled, and
(wait)

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