Keith Moynihan O' Brien
Beneath The Table
Some cats played between our legs that evening,
Concerned as we pretended to be with the warm tendrils
Of coffee and tea, that caressed the air between our breathing.
The gentle insistent purring that we pay them heed, thrills
Up legs to chests, and curls around the smiles of our mouths,
Seeking to tremble our voices and sooth some doubts.
Entwining these felines, vibrating against the foundations themselves,
Heads bumping and bodies caressing sinuously against our support,