It’s cold
out now, with short days.
So the sun
has long-since set by the time
I come to
you. Each night, calm, attentive,
Responsive,
as any gallant suitor.
With a cat’s
stealth, I explore your
Terrain,
scenting out any subtle
Differences,
alert to danger signals,
Ready to pounce
on base threats...
Or to
service your subtler needs. I am
Deliberate
in my attentions,
Instinctive
in my timing, I know your
Every heartbeat…Except
when I don’t.
And that’s
the best. When it’s all
Colored lights
and sirens. When I am
The sword
and the shield, the one
You need.
The force you require.
I live in
those moments. I am the stillness in the
Frenzy, the
laser on the scope. Locked on. I am most
Alive, when I
am at one with your need. My attention
Alternately violent
and tender. As you require.
And that
aliveness…it’s like a drug. So
Much more so
than the mistress she used
To suspect.
My jurisdiction. Mine.
To serve and
protect. Again please…
It is night
again…and I come to you…
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