You walk into the dining room
where the cat crouches under the table.
You whisper "Bad kitty, bad pussycat,
bad kitty," sing-song soft and sweet
as you kneel down nude and glance
under the table. You croon "come on,
pussycat, bad kitty, bad pussy,"
while I cringe, drained and exhausted,
on the living room sofa as the cat
backs away, then suddenly stands
on tip-top, all the hairs on its tail
and coat electrified erect as it
dances sideways into the living room
and you come lunging after, pounce
down on me, your teeth at my throat,
the rest of me swallowed inside you,
purring, "I'm not done with you."
you paw and bat and bounce
me around for the rest of the night