by Elsa Johnson

When my demon lover comes to bed           he drapes

his black furred body across the pillow                above   

my head        He has issues around intimacy            No

matter how hard he tries               he cannot get close

enough           pushes his head into my head            o-

ver         and over           trying to make of us one head   

one breath        while I gently push him away       over

and over until  —  exasperation!                     I pitch his

body down to the far end of the bed         …ah sweet

sleep          Hours later my husband wakes to find my

demon lover between us         hunkered down on my

right shoulder                Head tucked close to my neck

fore-leg stretched across my  chest    he seems to say

Possession  —   nine tenths of the law   :     She’s mine