purring, we sat
two cats on either side of the bed
mirrored images
of sucking on teeth and slight raises
of the corners of the mouth, twitching
proud whiskers.
we sang, we crowed
we side glanced at each other over
the rims of cups filled with whiskey and melted ice,
your hands weaving to
the sounds of Patsy Cline on the tape deck and
my own grainy voice.
night fell, slowly
dripping inky stains across the sky and you
remained backlit
I could barely see your luminescent bones
as you pulled on your shirt collar
to draw attention to your favourite parts.
purring, we sat.
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