BIG CAT
big cat, little cat,
let us not dance around this;
I will touch you regardless,
more than brush your fur
seeing yourself
slink right past me:
as if!
little cat, big cat
those eyes at night
I can tell how
keen they are to leopard me
look here
Mrs Sabre-toothed
all these love wounds
where you nibbled
were it not for love
and due caution
you could well have
severed an artery
nestled between
your two paws, soothed
by your purring,
all that
is ferociously sweet
about you
me and all my poems
bleeding out
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