Cat

Love, you are so tiny-- how do you breathe?
Your lungs must fill up so quickly
Little one, I miss you
When I kiss you I cup all that you are in my hands,
and you glow with purpose and the heady bite of being desired,
and I glow because I want you so.

I remember it all so clearly, like a dream
A glittering haze of a month, or two--
How long were you mine, dear?
Time didn't matter then, and it's only just started to
Age, I mean; and numbers--

Curled like a cat, little diva
I cannot imagine you insecure or unsure.
Your eyes quick and shrewd, your claws sharp and capable
Your back arches, and you seem to grow bigger
(Though I know better; you're still so small)

Size doesn't matter, not with you.
You are delicate but I don't think I can break you.
I never have.
When you tell me that I've hurt you I laugh with a movement like waves
And so the knife goes deeper.

Looking back is strange:
I never stopped to recognize my size,
I'm the big one; I never realized.