Fingertips catch the hum,
the static electric,
low throated, zipper pull
moaaaaannnnn
of a large cat locked
in some forgotten room.

An empathetic burn
between my tense shoulders
as a beast like fire
roaaaaarrrrrrrsss
into life with a strike
at a night without stars.

My blind hands fear nothing
as they strain towards claws sharp
with years of contempt and
hurrrrrttttt.
Undaunted, I reach out
to feel you.