By elsie katz
Mon, 06 Oct 2014
You nudge and nuzzle my breasts.
You pick and slobber bitemarks on my cheese.
Scramble walls, slither roofs, pad ledges.
Repel the bold black bandit.
Next door's kitten.
Furr up, grrowwl, chase.
He backs away... four feet.
He's not afraid.
Swat a fresh wasp.
Make her bizzle on her back in diminished arcs.
I flick her over the wall
Before you scoop her in your maw.
You get away with too much
Because of your loving beauty.
Melting dark palette of lights and colours,
Semi-longhair affectionate purrbox.
Soft, so soft.