My Potential Is A Cat

When I go to sleep

my potential is a cat -

slinking around the bedside,

black fur hidden by a black night

that always follows like a shadow.


It leaps soundlessly

but, expectedly onto my chest

finding comfort in the dip between my breasts

and settling in for the long hours

just above my heart.


And I can feel the pressing weight

of all I could be

skimming my surface,

tickling my skin,

teasing my insides,

crushing my heart.


I can not stir in my own bed.


You don't disturb a sleeping cat.

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