Sunday, June 15, 2014

She Moves Like A Black Cat

Nothing less than an enigma
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She is a black cat
Dancing in shadow
Graceful beyond description
So lovely to behold
I feel her in me
In the depths of my being
My visceral response
To her motion
Her form fits the shadows
Every motion every inch of her
Poured out artfully
Beauty and grace together
But for me
Nearly impossible to watch
For something rises in me
That I cannot respond to
Without revealing
All that I am
And all that I long for
And all that I will ever be
Comme un chat noir dans les ombres