by Larry Rochelle
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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it was muscle-tone, that chic, sleek
talent of cats stretching, their nonchalance graced
with effortless play-acting,
knowing we all could not
look away (who would want to?),
your body oh-so-willing to please
yourself, the invitation shimmering
like some defining filigree, pleasant but
dangerous, and no one
picking up the check.
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|Reviewed by xxxxxxx cccccc
|a more beautiful picture than reality.|
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
|Maybe I am dense, Larry, but I could relate this, line by line, to an actual Alley Cat...until the last line...where I realized it could be a double-entendre...through and through.
I liked the way it 'slithers,' lyrically, from one line to the next.