You sneak up behind me
A cat after prey
Soft and silent
as night swallows day
You sedate with your purr
Rub your body on mine
Make me believe
You're a creature benign
Crystal green eyes
Reflect my desire
Give nothing away
of what will transpire
I reach out to touch
Pull back bloody and scratched
You walk away
Smug and detached.
Submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, The Art of Guido Vedovato
Here is the link to the painting that inspired the poem
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
