City Cat
City cat don't fear, at least not from me .
I respect your keen, watchful eye.
Your nimble feet, braced and ready to run,
even before the hint of danger arrives.
Life is unkind to a city cat.
You are wise to keep your distance and
trust no one,
they were lessens taught in ways to make
you not forget.
You appear as only the ghost of a cat.
Held together by fur, dirt and sure force of will.
You ask nothing of me as I pass, just distance.
The look you share with me is a silent message, an
unspoken plea, "I just want to be left alone."
Walking away it dawns on me,
"I too am a city cat."
I turn the corner to hear the cat calls of a
dirty old man.
Next to the leering old man is a younger man
trying to cut me down with his disapproving stare.
I know the look all to well.
It's his silent message letting me know he does not
like city cats and that I would do well to
keep my distance, and I do.
My silent message, my unspoken plea
back to him is,
"I just want to be left alone."
There is no food bowl for a city cat.
Meals become triumphs and lonely places,
sanctuary's.
There is no warm lap to rest it's tired head in,
but none required.
No soft petting hand to draw forth long purrs.
All city cats have been hurt by the promise of a
friendly touch.
It sees right through your friendly smiles,
masking traps waiting to be sprung.
So save your kind lies and warmly spoken
half truths
because we know they will soon twist themselves
into painful realities.
Into a city cats reality.
Understand our stare,
hear our plea,
but most of all,
distance, distance, distance.
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Love’s First Embrace
Heat rises from his unfolding desires
Her angelic body rest tight against his broken figure
The light from her eyes searches through the
darkness the surrounds his heart
Recoiling from her warmth his cold unwilling heart
slowly starts to drip love from its icy core
White lines trace down blackened walls in the
corner where his heart hides
Frightened he pulls away only to find he is being
held by the gravity of her eyes
Anticipation knives at his back
His mind races violently searching as wild
scenarios of once forgotten tactics march into the
fullness of his imagination
His hands shake nervously anticipating orders to
embrace her soft bare breast
Fear stabs deep and his hands fall short resting
instead upon her shoulders
Pulling her close again his whole body
starts to shake
Her attack begins with a single cut of a kiss to his
neck, striking at the walls of his fortress
- and his prison
Causing his walls to fall, collapsing into rubble
Fear bleeds into chaos and anarchy spreads into the
fractured chamber of his imprisoned tears
Seizing the moment, a single tear escapes leaping
from his cheek to her back
Exposing him completely and revealing his
unprotected heart
Tensed awaiting the painful crush of laughter or
the fatal wound of sarcasm he hangs motionless
The seconds press through stone and time all but
strains into nothingness
- then it came
Every tear ever cried for love or fear came
charging down his back
exposing her
Leaving her more then naked and
him more then lonely
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I wrote this about 10 years ago as an anniversary
present to an ex.