His Name Is Calciatore

"His Name is Calciatore" His name is Calciatore he loves to follow me from room to room he’s exceptionally well groomed even handsome, one might say, he can be quite serious yet, he loves it when I flirt shamelessly with him, day after day, "Love will have its way", they say it’s always “play ball” with him, when I say this, he grins, always leaning in with a big wet kiss, he licks his lips ever the true romantic he is, definitely, with this, I agree always barking his hirsute opinions back at me, alone or with others in the room, translated, in short, he thinks, I’m a loon, a bit like Tin Tin but a bird with this, taken all in good humour, enough is never enough I cannot help but to laugh and agree, more and more, a little bit, I let out his lead; loosened up he understands implicitly, who holds the reigns sometimes, he croons off key, off leash, he has me on my knees smooching his ears, his soft spot with this, he always agrees stalking never enters his frame, although he loves the chase he loves the game He’s a character this much is true he loves to lick scoops of melting L’Amour from my never-ending bowl of raspberry ice cream this tickles his whiskers he always wants more of course, naturally, I'm soft like warm marshmallow I give in, you see hopeless in love, absolutely, no discipline; warm telepathy is our own language d’amour, he's always alert always on cue, wanting more when we turn in for the night before I turn off the lights, with his eyes he says, "I Love You", then, he confesses, with his eyes, before I walk out the door - his real name is Blue. later I hear him snore; such is Love content, I smile, a little laugh follows, then I sleep; when I wake next morning, there he is pronto, lying beside me back for more, he takes the lead (LadyLabyrinth / 2023)