2nd Annual Poems About Pets Month

[brynmawr1]

Pussycat Love
 
You don’t come
       how I want
            your purr of a voice 
                        body lithe, wishing.
I wait willing
            only a lonely in-vain offering.
 
Staying at fingertip’s distance
            watching
your eyes of amber wonder,
“Am I prey 
            or predator?”
 
A conversation we’ve had before.
 
As a reticent sea succumbs
to the waning moon brings
            a careful caress 
eyes slitted with pleasure, a body humming.
 
Moments stolen
            I know
not to have
            only given
Still, I feel
            the thrill of surrender
not knowing
            when sharp things might come.

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Thought I would get things started with a revamped version of a previous poem I never posted.