I watched two figures dance and make love behind closed doors
last night in my sleep.
I don’t know if I knew them,
but they were beautiful together.
and I wish I could know them better.
Maybe I already do
or maybe I cannot now.
He looked over at me and laughed in my face
as his lover purred away gently.
Who knows why he hated me,
but I awoke to my black kitten
clawing at my arm.

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The Poetry Lounge