There she was with her lips parted
Breath steady and sober
Fragrant like mint
Her elbows and knees on the floor
Last week in the afternoon
like some kind of crime and punishment she deserves
She pretends to read the newspaper there on the rug
I pretend I am drawing her shoes
A patent life drawing
The gato circles into the room
Brushing up against her thigh
her skirt ascending to the back of her fold
His soft fur turns into my arm
like a silent messenger
Fusing energy
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