She sinks into me, black shadow,
all teeth and claw,
an effervescence of fur and delight.
She trills in glory,
and I bask in her kisses,
promising my soul’s service
if she will but love me
awhile longer.
Alas!
In an instant
I am forsaken for another,
more attractive,
more compelling —
made of crinkly plastic wrap.
Stupid cat.
