Cat

Come to my tribal dance

of barefoot paradise.

My name is Cat.

You can’t escape

from the dimensions

of my tawny skin.

I lick the cream

of insurrection,

never reject

the burning heat

between my loins.

Slip through my echo,

hear my liquid purr

woven into

primal desires.

Cannot tame

raging torrent,

step into

my heated jungle.

Hear the roar

of the earth

upon which

I tread,

cracked open

and inhaled

in silhouette

of silver moon,

stitched out of

canvas lust.

Open me

and find

passion therein.

My name is Cat.