Cleo was The Cat of Cats
Like Adler was The Woman;
Manzanita was a mean old bat
To whom our hearts did soften;
OJ was a King of Beasts
Who at last became a friend;
Sabrina was a bully cat
Who met a tragic end.
But Lizzie lived too young
Too bright
Too lovely for this stupid world
of all the cats to grace our home
only Lizzie was
my baby girl.
there is a heaviness in my chest
a hollowness in my heart
and an emptiness in my arms
in the shape
of a cat
I’m looking for a romantic way to say I hope you think about me when you masturbate sometimes
I wish in times of darkness when you lie alone
somehow your thoughts will stray in my direction
creeping like hands through
blankets
and sheets
and soft unmentionables
your mind bathed in sleep half dreaming
of my body my face my hollow beating presence
of thought twisting fingers to uncivilized action so
deep and dark and so very close my
breath hot your
back arched my
face my self ex
plodes in
your mind I
wish
Challenge accepted.
(Just a doodle reblogged from my other account. Couldn’t resist a challenge, figured I should post it here.)
what would I do without you?
my love
so peaceful in sleep this morning
bare shoulders
cresting soft blankets
as the sun’s rays illuminate
your radiance
This morning as I sip my tea, with sudden
pause and catch of breath I am painfully aware
of an itch
a tingling absence
on my finger
your ring
Somehow in fitful unrest
you slipped out from my hand
unnoticed
slumber robbing me of chance or gaze
a void instead of
you
your ring
Fidgeting and anxious I overturn
pillows
sheets
wrinkles
cats
clinging close to hope of a copper glimpse
of you
your ring
Time and duty call me from you
and I have spent the day
flicking
and itching
and aching for
that smallest comfort
your smallest embrace
your ring
Pangur Dove, the beast of black,
Is ever clutched upon my back
Clutched by day and clutched by night,
My heart he grips, he wrings it tight
Round and round he swims my mind
Stirring thoughts of darkest kind
Plying panic is his skill
He means me well; I loathe him still
Harmonious, we’re heroes both
We murder doubt, we strangle sloth
Pangur Perfect, steed of fire
Canters manic with desire
Dissonant, we’re wretched kin
Trampled, biting, torn within
Pangur Darkest I see most;
This hellish beast to which I’m host
Brewed out from the darkest me
‘Tis serf to instinct Pangur be
“Protect, preserve, praise God your fear!”
Tongues Silver Pangur in my ear
“Protect thee from the world I do
For naught but wind might shatter you!
Preserve thine failure, ev’ry deed
For fear is all you’ll ever need”
Thus work his claws into my back
Pangur Dubh, the kneader black
Clutched at birth and clutched at end
Hero, villain, creature, friend
One day his bridled back I’ll ride
Now, day by day, I’m wrenched aside
Call me coward, call me brave
He is my steed, I am his slave
