Trust

I bet you were

a eager puppy

always pulling at

your mama’s teat

elbowing your mates

you’re gangly and needy like that

the memory of milk fresh

watching you lying here

by my chair, I know

you dream of it still

I hear you making little

suckling noises in your sleep

feet twitching

pink lips quivering

it feels like trust

your vulnerability exposed

outside your pack, yet

feeling safe

so near another

not your kind—but

we have a pact now,

you and me.

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