i have a little kitten as cute as cute can be
always into mischief he brings a smile to me
running round the floor with a ball wool
makes me feel so happy when im feeling dull

then when when he gets tired he climbs upon my knee
with his big blue eyes staring up at me.
as i begin to stroke him he begins to purr
the falls fast asleep as i stroke his fur

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

Backyard lit by white lights
a fire burning
My cheeks flushed
From ample wine
and laughter.

I sit here gracelessly
Trying to evade
His sideways glances
And the way
hunger
Clings to his lips.

Do I allow him
To have me?
Temptation compelling
Heart raw and beating
My inhibition
Stripped
I am now bare.

Legs spread
And lips parted
He is greedy with me
Gasping from the need
Hands tangled in my dark hair.

He is just another
Indent on my mattress
  Another name
Written on an unspoken list
  Just another mark
On my once pure soul.