We shelter each other from the world, you
and me and this cat that closes his eyes
if you and I love, but keeps purring, nights.
Your hands warm my skin when they both hold my
face in them, your lips know my neck and thighs.
When we sleep, I feel the cat stretch himself.
We only need this bed, but we must leave
to go back to this world of our white lies,
the truth known to a cat with both eyes closed.