Imprint by Tao Writer

Your entry the night before was almost silent,

except for the brush of your body
against the screen door.
Walking across the room on cat paws
hoping not to awaken,
then gently creeping 
into bed beside me,
touching only 
to make your presence known.

I turn to go back to sleep 
while
you fit into the space closest to me,

vigilant for a while, before joining your dreams.

Tomorrow morning an outline of you 
will
remain in our bed after you have slipped out

into the morning, an imprint of your visit.

I reach across and feel you beneath my touch...
I love to hear you purr.


Photo Credit: Imprint, Socrates Black, Digital Image, ©️2009.