POEM: To My Liger Wristband

[Jen Woolfe]

To My Liger Wristband

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You came to me,

curled from the heat

of a warm dryer

at Berkeley Bing.

Sprang, so-to-speak,

onto my loving arm.

Seen easily through your gaunt core

you're heart, pencil thin.

You spoke to me of comfort & strength

when I needed most

the blanket's courage of your feeble mane.

But now, dare I glimpse

our connections break,

as you escape from me,

my Grip.

Leapt, doubtless,

wrapped around the arm of another.

For your heart leaks gold;

is eager to please.

I can only hope it be because

I no longer need,

not you no longer Love.

I cannot possess the essence

of you, Liger,

for your spirit is too Free.

But in my heart

you will always, uncannily,

so long as my left arm end,

possess me.

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