I’m sitting with my feet upon the taps,
your naked body slightly squashed behind.
I take down my hair, upon my shoulders feel it fall,
closely followed by your damp hand.
The air thick with watery smoke
and scratching at the door is your **** cat.

I’m sure she thinks she’s your mistress, your cat
and as we soak together her claws tap
out in the hall. I think if the place went up in smoke
she’d take her chance to save you, leaving me behind.
I’ve tried building bridges, putting down my hand
but she just sniffs and twitches, even her tail falls.

You climb out of the bath and the water level falls.
Open the door and in seconds you **** cat
is twisting around your legs. You’re reaching out your hand
she kisses you with her wet nose. Now you tap
away downstairs, she hurries on behind,
desperate for you; an addict desperate for smoke.

I find you in the garden, having a smoke
and all around you blossom falls.
Silent apart from our breathing, then, from behind,
I knew we couldn’t be rid of her, your **** cat
appears, whining! In the breeze her cat-flap taps,
she jumps up knocking the cigarette from your hand.

I place a new cigarette in your hand
and give myself one too. We smoke
together in the darkness and tap
the ends making tiny snowflakes fall.
Still we’re plagued by your **** cat
as she impatiently circles behind.

We climb the stairs with her following behind
and you laugh and lightly take my hand,
which seems to aggravate the cat.
The bedroom smells of stale smoke,
onto the mattress we fall
and in the breeze the blind taps.

As we fall asleep I feel your body behind.
I reach back my hand but instead of you it taps
something soft as smoke; between us is your **** cat.