Becoming!

Your playful house cat at the sound of your steps I run behind the door thirsty for the touch of your fingertips thirsty for your embrace longing for the sound of your heart. What I shed in your arms was not a cloak: it was my hidden sharp claws it was daggers! I have shed my skin in your arms my skin with all my daggers has turned to dust. The furry cat of your house! I was not a lioness! I am not! You were not prey! You are not! I was in love and I am...