By AnnLeigh Clair McGregor Date: 14 March 1998
You have wrapped yourself around me,
Cool not warm,
I think for a fleeting moment.
What is more disconcerting,
Is the faint feel
Of a tail
Wrapped around my ankle.
Who have I chosen for a lover,
Or, what has chosen me?
I struggle to come awake,
Only to realize I was never sleeping.
You smile, and I am willingly
drawn to you
again.