This afternoon, I thought of my cats and penned a draft of a fast poem about them:
Physical affection between a cat and its human is tidal/
Like moons and waves, they pull and push,
mammals in orbit/
There is the rise and fall of breath,
a flutter of eyes and sighs.
From desk to bed, slumber to flight,
they are connected on a retractable string/
You are mine/
I am alone/
Faces buried in each other's warmth/
A lofty perch,
Observance with purring vibration.