Black Cat
(1)
Ah yes, there she is,
unfurled and listless.
Her soul is drunk,
for she has consumed,
the very warmth,
from the sun.
(2)
No longer sated,
the lioness rises.
Her eyes find focus,
and become like wires,
a spiraling gaze,
that ensnares me.
(3)
It is reverence,
she demads from me.
she ushers her scent,
upon welcoming skin,
while climbing the arms,
of her throne.
(4)
She is, once again,
unfurled and listless.
Serenity echos,
a soft vibration,
for the cat has reaped,
he most wanted prize.
—
12/08/2013
