A Physical Love
I miss the furry touch of your face
the wetness of your tongue kisses,
even your hind paws
kicking my crotch in excitable ecstasy
when I lift you up for a cuddle.
The cat is very dainty and careful
with the tender parts of my body,
but you were always happy
to pummel me with your love.
Now your dead, and the cat is sad.
It threads its slinky body
through my legs
but won't purr
until I call out: ‘Whose a good boy!'
Then that silky cat leaps onto my belly
and head-butts my chin
in memory of him.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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