the kitten/
cat slinks
in stealthmode
amongst the outcropped clothes
and logged shoes;
she knows their place now,
certainly,
though, through held breathing,
inhales their journies.
Posts published in March 2010
I love you,
Your spying eyes licking my face,
Your worried questions
as to why I stare
when you do not;
I love your quick-to-rise smile,
slowly lifting
those spying eyes.