Cat Lying in Wait

They do not augur well,
these words.
Don't tell me the door to heaven
opens between your lips.
God's foot
has stumbled in the cleft between my breasts.
I'll come.
Once again
your breaths
breathe inside me
your lungs
are filled with my perfume
your tongue on my skin
rain rain
turns into rain.
I give in.
And again
when you come like that
with the desire to rend/tear apart/conquer?
in your pupils
without a doubt
you are like the black cat
that a little while ago
[leapt] from its hiding place
and crossed my path
to hunt, at your door
a sparrow
paralysed with surrender.

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Christine Irving

Fabulous, oh do do keep writing!

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