Quarter Moon Cat

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Once you were a white, pregnant cat,
Purring in my palm, clawing the mat…

You drank yourself, glass of milk half full,
Cool and sweet, in retrograded pull….

Your pointed ears sharpened,
Space between us darkened…

Now what is gone, is gone,
And still the night plays on…


Your kiss lingers on my lips
The warmth in a soft, clear night,
Aglow in the purple haze of
Fireflies and city hues…
Your kiss lingers…
A mirage of how the stars
Burn bright in your eyes,
Set dewy upon your lustrous skin…
You linger, a memory,
And yet so much more…

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