Sated
Ashlar is lying on my chest
claws dug snug into mine rising
falling breast;
deep enough to pinch the nerves
without drawing blood
wriggling acupuncture
accoutrement
Staring Sated Smirk of Long
Slow blinking Content
She loves me like a Kind
Generous Woman
(for my cat)
poem by Randy Resh
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