hey, cat boy
where are you tonight?
the sun's melted against the blue hips of mountains and the moon is a cataracted golden marble;
a cat's eye.
your memory purrs against my thoughts as i lie awake
invisible claws knead my soul
they need me to change things.

hey, cat boy,
i wanted to be your cat woman,
i wanted to steal your misty innocence.
but you lap up ponds of sweet green smoke and roll onto your back,
showing me a soft underbelly i can't touch
my only chance
elusive because of distance and ethics.
how do i ask you to be my tiger
when you bat at my tongue like a kitten?

cat boy,
i've heard the pool-hall-low alley cat rumble in your whisper,
i've felt the tremors of desire in your naked body.

if you want me, if you love me,
why am i alone?

hey.
cat boy.
a cat girl can't cry for you until it's too late.

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