Staring At Your Pussycat As If Poem by Chuy Amante

I'm staring at your pussycat,
she is soft, warm, fuzzy, gentle.

It is as if this were the first time
and exactly as if it were the last

Eating mangoes with lime and chile,
It is juicy, sweet, messy, joyful.

It is as if this were the first time
and exactly as if it were the last

Being caressed in the nude by the sun,
he is hot, bright, energy, never ending.

It is as if this were the first time
and exactly as if it were the last

Abiding newness experiencing wonder
all is, all moves, thought creates powerfully

It is as if it is the first time
exactly as if it were the last

Continually a dualistic duel
experienced as now, non-cruel

It is as if it is the first time
exactly as if it were the last