On Glimpsing the Maiden in Her Pretty Bonnet.

I'll seek you out in your garden,

Boldly move and risk your pardon,

Teasing play 'til rose red blushes,

Closing in, lips touch, tongue rushes,

Always sure, and never misses,

Smother you with messy kisses.

Kat. Cat. KAT.

The racket you made dismayed,
When I roughly stroked your fur,
But fell on your back and played,
With the toy I dangled there,

Attempts to grab - preventing
Leave me looking like a chump
Head down, back arched, presenting
Only showing me your rump

What is hidden in your eyes
Is it like or is it more
What drives your crazy ways,
Such mystery to explore

An answer I need to see
When at last I've got you caught
But you've started licking me
And I've lost my train of thought

Words for the Lost

I never want to hurt you,
Never want to see you pained,
But shattered psyches cut too,
And the wound the scars explained,

Fingers twisted up in hair,
Tear damp lips upon the neck,
Frozen lest the movement scare,
Drops the mask upon the wreck,

Time to grind away the edge,
Or onto the blade must fall,
Blind choice teeters on a ledge,
Tortured trip so clear to all,

Sorting one corpse into two,
Was the only truth I said,
I never meant to hurt you,
Or the only lie I bled?