A Pleaser
petted in a pocket of air
drawing you down deep
but in your absence, gasping.
And waiting with bated breath
I retrieved each greeting flung
my way, gazed after every going
glassy-eyed.
When you homed that lost kitten
I found my feet.
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille word prompt: Pocket
Laura, I read this over and over it’s that good. It’s infused with heady spirit.
thank you Lisa for such heartening words x