Reflections on the Feminine

In the dim side lights you lean
Your mouth against his ear
As your hand relieves his fur
And in a soothing midnight whisper say
“It’s safe to go explore.”

He rests on the bed, only eyes and ears moving,
Pondering with each new touch and murmur
As you curve like a willow to serve his form,
Which answers with the same rounded contour.

Darkness has no pull or push,
But still love comes to warm
The emptiness of space.
The light it brings is movement,
The self unfreezing in the dance.