It's much harder for me to crawl

Than it was then,

But maybe I still have the urge to move,

To scoot my butt across the floor

To chase you.

What is it that hooked my head

Into this game of cat and mouse,

Where you hide and I seek you?

Is it the impulsive arousal

I feel while I am catching you mid-squeak,

Or is it just the blessed warmth

Your close company brings

In the haste, after pouncing?

I dawdle now, fooling around,

Taking pains to taper the tussle measuredly,

To eek out every possible moment of blissful togetherness

While I have you, before you disappear again.

-jenn