Felix—May 25, 2002

by Christine Basile

How will I be able to
sleep again
without the gentle weight of your
small body against my leg?
How many nights will pass
before that soft memory fades?

Contented mews as you drift away away
every night, each of us
reassured by the presence
of the other.

You came to me a mystery,
And I wanted no attachments,
but look what you’ve done--
given your trust, your beauty,
your friendship, without expectation.

Luxurious tortoise swirls,
pussy-willow toes.
Hiding and peeking –
bright green-gold eyes,
waiting playfully to
be noticed.

Have you returned now
to the mistress who
knew the story behind your
scarred ears?
Are you sleeping against
her leg, tonight?

Are you together
with her, again?

*****

Christine Basile lives in Gorham, NY. This is her first published poem.