Young bride to her husband

If I were a humming bird,
I would fly to your window without
bada sahib seeing me, nibble
your ear, nuzzle your neck, and fly
back.

Night visions

Cat follows.
The cat could be familliar.
Its white fur, dark patched, gleams near the shrubbery.
"Frodo!" I breathe.
But the gait is all wrong.
This cat backpedals into darkness.
Its eyes are different too.