On Padded Paws


Your I Love Yous come
on padded paws,
on night-stilled floors,
in snuggled fur,

where pleasured claws
scrape pinkened pores.
I bleed a purr,
then quiver some.

For sex infects the blackened night with spores,
the prickled husks stuck to our souls as burs,
our bled hearts red as haws for us to hum
a song, to shake us from our hums and haws.

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