Tiger

My love is sleep warm, soft and rumbling,
Curled next to my face, he breathes deep.
Slowly I can feel him slip away from
Me, the precipice of the bed draws him
Close, sliding. Half awake, my heart beats
Race. My arm wraps around my love and
Pulls him close to me once more and I am
Glad I was awake for this moment to
Catch him in this vulnerable space and
Protect my love from falling off the bed.
-a cheesy little poem I wrote about him circa 2018