Queen of Sheba

Bella,

aptly  named feline,

you  lie in sleek ,

black beauty across my chest,  

lowering my blood pressure, 

by the steady thrum of you.

Or so I have been told.

My  heart beat eases into  

a slow, steady rhythm 

as the rumble 

of your ferocious purrs 

softens into an almost unvoiced whisper.

Yet, your partly 

opened claws 

on my throat 

dare me to move 

and disturb our newly won peace.

Bella, lovely as midnight

Let us doze the soft afternoon away. 

You,  in regal splendor

I, your humble human, 

depending upon you to forget

the jungle  in your bones,

and  remain a sweet

mountain of peace 

upon my sleeping chest

Lowering my blood pressure 

or so I have been told.