Cats and the moon

We crashed on the mosaic floor on the terrace,
on the night of the pink moon.
It was not late at night just 20:30 hours;
But we were sufficiently intoxicated,
From the party, we snuck out of
To watch the moon.

We traced the moon
until came a dragon, and
He swallowed the moon.
The moon slipped through its stomach to the tail.
The baby elephant held the dragon’s tail,
but he let the moon rise above his head;
But in the end, an evil blanket covered the moon again.

It was a serene summer night,
Nothing moved except the dragon in the sky
And my hair strands due to the occasional breeze.
The dragon left for another moon
As he turned his gaze
and looked at my eyes covered by a netted veil.

“Look at the moon,” I pointed to the sky;
He said, “You are my only moon tonight.”
I held his face and pushed his curls away from his eyes,
His eyes were as cute as buttons on his shirt.
White covered in blue dots.
“Hi meeewww,” he smirked,

I dressed as a cat,
In a black dress that fit and flared
With black stockings covering the rest
Of my legs.
My cat-eared hairband ended in the netted veil that covered my eyes.
He drew my nose with whiskers,
While I closed my eyes
And giggled like a happy girl,
I messed his stache
to look like whiskers and now
I was the Persian
and he was my rogue street cat.

I unbuttoned his shirt,
His shoulders glistened in the moonlight.
I ran my fingers through the dimples
As he held my face to show me the sky
And a translucent dragon swallowed my moon this time,
Then came the mean catfish and ate him.

My lips reached for his lips
Our kiss was soft and subtle, teenage-ey,
Not much tongue;
Just kisses that taste like
Candies and
Smell like strawberries.
Kisses that feel like
unicorns are flying in the night sky.

“Meeeeeeewww” he whispered as he broke away from the kiss
I beamed as a sky lit with a million stars
And his eyes glistened
As his slender manicured fingers ran
Through the center of my face.
Like I was back in my hometown
When I was a child,
As the sugar rush flowed to the brain
I felt the same happiness I felt.
As a schoolgirl that runs home for summer vacations.

I smother his face with mine,
We both rise
To look around for a while,
Whispering meeeewwww into each other,
As he holds me
Around my waist
And I hold his neatly moisturized neck.
The sea is still at a distance,
The dockyard has a colorful ships
Anchored to the shore.
As I crane from the terrace into the horizon
He holds me from behind.

He unzips the hold of my dress
Goes a long way down,
As goes to sleep the town
The faint sound of the train engine
Adds to the rhythm
As he kisses my neck
And I stand still and watch as time moves ahead.
He slides my dress off my shoulders
As he turns me around
Kisses my eyes over the veil
before he yanks me closer,
Our masks slip through our skin
Until we are just us,
Without sham or pretense.

He holds me close
And I keep him near to my heart
Our hearts beat through the quiet of the night
Tomorrow we’d be him and me.
But tonight we were just two cats making love
Under the moonlight.


Love in Paris

Making art by the day

Painting french girls in a certain way

They lived in the city of Paris

Had no money, no riches

Sometimes a sandwich was all they could afford

And some cheap wine and cigarettes

Stuck with each other through thick and thin

Dreamed of Mad money

And great love


Made love to each other by the night

Blindfolds and tied hands

Throwing colors on bare skin

Lips so raw knew no sin

Kissed till they bled,

Colored the canvas red

Drunk and dazed, masterpieces they created

Sat by the roof overlooking the Eiffel,

Dreamed of Mad money

And great love


He knew her shades and her edges

She knew the feel and contours of his skin

In a dimly lit room

Night after night, for years

As the hands of clock went in circles

So did they,

Sometimes wasted on each other

Other times on strangers

Touring the city on foot

Dreaming of days when

They’d have mad money

And great love


Until one day, they had their key

The art degree

She had to move across the globe

Back to her home

He was to stay and teach art

At the University.

Both had their dreams take flight

They’d have mad money

And great love



Their last days

They drank all the wine they could

Wine and cheesecake

And everything their money could buy

They’d never see each other again

He felt bitter

She ached

For they had both have

Mad money

And great love

But not each other


She wished he’d say

And he wanted to hear her mouth those words

But was it too late

They pondered

While masked it with all the colors of

Better future to come

Until the day arrived, and she left

With a hug

And a heavy heart


All his art was her,

All her canvas was filled with his colors

Until she couldn’t take it anymore

She returned to Paris

At his door,

Waking him up from his first

Peaceful sleep after she left

Only to find her


“Marry Me”, he said as he held her hand

“Right away”, she cried


And together now they

Dreamed of mad money

For all they had was now

Great love