Waking to Wiskers
Soft pink illuminations trickle through
The thread bare membrane of curtains
Dribbling light down the windows ledge
Pale pointed ears poke over the edge of my cotton landscape
As you crawl your way upon my mattress
Alined with the glow of the ascending sun
Sinking your paws into my bedspread
Shifting its even planes with every step
Ever so often catching on a loose thread
A soft mew cuts through the quiet
Dashing any previous hope for slumber
As your wired whiskers brush my cheek
Then a suddenly a fuzz coated weight
Blankets along the lower half of my face
Cutting me off from my oxygen fix
Causing me to crack one sleep weighted eye
Satin fields of orange fill my vision
Sprinkled with strips of white
The vibrations of your rich purrs
Resonate across my body
Grasping for freedom from
This suffocating scarf
Upon sensing my consciousness
You roll over on my chest
Granting me the gift of sweet air
Deep carmel slits meet round blue orbs
Resonating the love of locked gaze
Caring messages of inhuman communication
Your tail curves over my wrist
Beckoning me forward
Nudging my nose with your own
Morning shadows gently caress your face
Bowing respectfully
Over me and my cat