Poem By edward serof
My heart's shallow beat is simply outdone
by cradling your purrs 'gainst my breastbone.
Ebony sheen holds lamp shine in eyes a jade green;
just goodness, there's naught in Thee of malice gone mean.
And then as my own flick to find a faint slumber,
you nose my chin where whiskered tendrils brush my cheek with their number.
I stir at this greeting, my feline perched for soon fleeting,
and I the greater gain going back to first meeting.
Bolting softly to tame a sleeping house panoply,
and I so fatigued give in to Sand Man's canopy.