Poetry of the unProtected

Physical Touch

And if I could etch this moment into my memory forever,
I would gladly trace my fingers across its texture over and over.

The way you lay next to me,
book in hands and mark in bed.
I hesitate to write the moment down,
fearful I won't enjoy the present to its fullest.

But your tail is tucked into my legs,
head stretched over the edge of my bed,
and you're purring peacefully,
like maybe I'm not as awful as I seem.

Please feel free to come by again,
nudge your face against mine,
and kiss your nose against mine.