274: Before the World of Men

You are still half asleep

when you feel her run her fingers

through your hair.

Wordlessly you turn

and let her untangle the knots,

then pull the strands together

into slow plaits.

You are distantly aware of her voice,

a quiet hum in the morning dark

of closed curtains,

and when she kisses

your shoulder and neck

you feel it reverberate

through your bones and sinews

like the gentle purr of a satisfied tiger.

Waking up, you turn to face her,

to taste her warm "Good morning" on your lips,

as she sharpens her claws against your spine

and teases the lines of your collarbone,

before she rises to face the world.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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