Cat Hotel

she lusters where others prowl or skirt
near bodies of deep
chaise arm sprawled
svelte, olive
clad black

low nocturne whisper
from away down
narrow hall of doors
windows fog

tangled tossed sheets
fur rubbed all ways
lipstick, nails
charcoal gray
scratching

marred for passion
he begs more for more
gentle, clutch or rough
and tell
a rusty hinge,
a bent screw
at the Cat Hotel

Ruby purrs
she licks her own
paw, flicks her
long visible silvers
for his attention
her glint, her sheen
his swan