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Languid Cat Dreams

by Anna Ruiz

I love how my cat sleeps
when the feeling takes over her warm body,
making her curl up into a ball, motionless, deep-breathing,
though sometimes a deep shudder escapes her dreaming.

Tail-twitching and waking up, she looks up at me, half-smiling,
half wondering
what I was doing in her dreams.

I haven’t the heart to tell her I am that tigress soft-furred,
deep-purring, orange-striped she dreams of,
though sometimes
I swear my altered ego pads in on silent
feet... as the floorboards creak,

awakening us both in a surprise of mutual ecstasy
sensuously stretching,
strangely satiated.

Copyright © 2006 by Anna Ruiz

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