Afterplay
late afternoon, winter sun leaving,
in the glow of afterlove
me lying on you, still in you,
we nuzzle faces. rub
eyebrows.
in a light-quick leap, paws padded,
your kitten settles on my shoulders,
licks my ear, whiskers my neck.
she pours her purr into the jug of us
till its gold overflows
and tides across the bedspread
spilling into the room.
we breathe in her tide roar.
and soon you, I
and cat us
become the ocean, golden, purring.
15 August 2004