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Diva in Fur

O, stay not thy visits diva in fur!

You move like jazz and weave

to me. Wordlessly, I infer

your desires. Do not leave.

I hear you slinking, undeterred,

in spite of our spat, I cannot cleave

myself from you. Though you injure

me with your claws, I believe

it is only your temperament—

there, your greening eyes repent!

My fury dissipating like a dream;

I forgive you and recline serene.

You pounce upon me in no time—

how could I blame you, my feline?

 

-James B. Moog


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