Author Jazno Francoeur your ebony cats glide toward us in tandem--you part your hair and lean over meon my side of the bedwe kiss, but I'm almost afraid to touch you,the truth may speak itself unwittinglyas I draw the sheet tautagainst the length of my body Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments