who’s this,
little red panda
curled upon my bed.
a knowing sly fox smile,
massages, freely fed

butterfly fluff face
dark innocent eyes,
– that regal underbite –
mythical sighs

you drift drift
drifting..
a soft call to arms

vast across
oceans
from arrogant –
violent –
dark dark harm

paired now
into
luxuriate gremlins –
we dig into
our sheets bed

sniffs and curling
sink into love warmth
and transcend
from wounds,
rising…

life feats –
my sweet sleepy head.