ailurophile

the puddle of warmth
collects on my chest
& purrs my broken heart
back into pulsation

cliche I may be
but who can contest
that feline affection
heals degradation

of love unrequited
and trust never given
caresses unreturned
and fingers sans rings

here no false meows are spoken
there truth dies unshriven
(a cat never cares
for such things)

not crazy cat lady
but ailurophile, I
get my cuddles
whenever I can

for cats may be fickle
as men may lie
but one always returns
(and it isn't the man)